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Ocean waves have eroded these rocks.

Once-jagged obstacles have turned

Sleek and smooth from the constant surf.

I bat my eyes and it all seems instant.

Time transitions so fast.

What once was consistent

Is at once locked in the past.

I stare at the sky all glimmered and red

And reach for the camera beneath my bed

In order to preserve one moment of beauty,

A mission that feels a sacred duty

In fickle times like these.

Then I stop and pause and think of you

And the so many things we’ve been through.

Would it have to be the end of me

If your place in my life ceased to be?

Could I carry on, your memory

Stored in crevices of my mind

And tiny flashes from this box of light?

I don’t yet know the answer.

I’ll gently release the end of the kite –

I’ll just have to see.

I can’t hold onto you forever.

That’s how it must be.