A Decade Later

Now seriously behind on the poems... with work easily occupying 16 hours a day, and the weekends filled with work plus yard work blah blah blah... poetry month needs to be in February...

A Decade Later

After a decade you forget

things that occupied your time

at the time...

the scars, long since healed,

or at least as healed as they'll ever be,

are barely remembered...

even when bumped against...

brushed against...

they no longer feel...

or so you'd like to believe

Until a day more than decade

or a week or month or year

or another year

something is revealed

accidentally set free

from a frozen, timeless

place, where it couldn't age

never age

the message unsealed

the suffering retrieved

as new

The End

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