Friday, April 16, 2021

Letting Go by Carrie Hynds

 I try to grasp the memory,

but the more I reach,

the quicker it slips

through my fingers.

The remnants spatter

onto the coarse wooden floor,

become mere drops which

elude me, fade

into nothingness,

and are gone.

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