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2019 There is too much left unsaid.
I can’t count the days swallowed by you.
I want to be wrapped in you so tightly
we forget what the air feels like.
I remember when we thought we still had time to waste.
I remember when I had so much time left here.
I drive home again and
she has outgrown all her clothes.
I don’t have to kneel to hug her now.
I close my eyes
and suddenly
I am old enough
to have old friends and old enemies
to have memories that won’t last forever.
When did we stop
measuring our lives in months?
I don’t want any of this to be unsaid.
