solemn fractal
Will they ever happen again?
Who knows… who. knows.
The way time blurs like autumn rain,
And fades as every season goes.
And the memories were made, then set adrift,
Faces we loved, like leaves that shift.
Words once shared, caught on the breeze,
Moments lost to time’s slow tease.
Did we grasp them tight, or let them go?
In truth, we may never know.
Yet in the quiet, they linger on,
Glimmers of yesterday's quiet dawn.
They live in the spaces we try to mend,
In questions asked with no end.
Will they ever happen again?
Who knows… who knows.
marsh condor