... suddenly

I become a part of your past,  I'm becoming the part that don't

last

I'm losing you and its

effortless-
Over my head  Augustana

 

 

 

 

detached 

watching something happen from a

safe distance

 

 

when you exert no energy 

                                                        sometimes things just

fall apart on their own 

                                                       drift away the way clouds do  

 

Your hands neither start or stop them

 

no words slow the motion 

                                                       they were here then

gone

 

So,  now I keep my hands in my pockets

                                                       my thoughts too 

 

 

 

 

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