Lost in Time


Do you ever meet someone
who is breath in your lungs?
Who is your sanity?
And makes the bad go away?

She is that for me
and is so quite often.
But it is fleeting when it is
and tempered with conscious as much so.

She is a wrinkle in the sheets,
an upturn of the chin,
a fold in the corner of your favorite book.
But to her, I am truly and invariably...

lost in time.


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