In these days
that smack of
novelty and mystery,
I miss the subtlety
of becoming -

longing for the
smooth touch of
friendship and
the gentle slip
into something more.

We inhaled
these moments together,
once, years ago,
but now I awake
to the daily reminder
that this shine
has found new ways
to sparkle.

Not that I regret
the passage of time,
nor mourn the
inevitable death of
giddy beginnings.

But let me swim
in tangible nostalgia
in the intermission of
endings and beginnings;
greetings and farewells.

These days
will be nothing more
than expired air soon -
a vacant departure lounge,
vacuum sealed and
stored on the shelves
of my memory.

And I will return
to this daily love affair
untainted by the brush
of seasonal regret,
for there is no hurt
to be found here -
only pockets full of
life...

06/18/2004

Posted on 06/17/2004
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