Embracing a wrinkle in
the fabric of time, stretched
loosely and carelessly
as if we could hold onto
invincible youth forever.
I remember laughing
at winter’s chill before
it took the shape of me
and you in a still life of blue.
Maybe it was yesterday or
maybe it has yet to be,
but relief is in your hands.
May we be wise enough
to loosen our grip.
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