Watching it all in real time
Would I forget you
if somehow I could?
Would I rather be smooth
than to see these scars?
Do I care to ignore it?
Could I ever endure it?
Somehow I’ll correlate
the joy and the pain,
the bond and its severance.
A series of tender moments
plowed underground by
slow-motion glaciers.
Watching it all in real-time:
Here. Now.
