Remember?
Remember the late-night talks and
midnight scuffles; the sort that seemed
to make more sense three-hundred-
and-sixty-five mornings after?
Remember the sinking silence,
transferred optic fibers, making
steady progress in a spiral,
spinning to a distant point?
Remember the little boy with
little dreams, involving nothing more
than patience and the presence
of his effervescent queen?
But time has a curious trait, you see -
the ability to mar your memories
and construct an entirely
fictionalized version of reality.
After all, time only takes place
when we take it too far -
a reminder that we live in a world
where the last thing to pass
is the passing of that bastard star.
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