your visage,
faded behind
filters, experiential.
aging,
world wearied.
songs that were us,
now pretty tunes
that touch ever so
gently
that spot once
aching with feeling.
youth and decades,
swept up in time's
torrential downpours
and sun spots.
the dreamer still dreams
at night,
dreams forgotten
by morning.
lodged somewhere
in the collection
that is and was,
my life.
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