The time-span of my life is broken now-
interspersed into segments of
“before you”
“during you” and
“after you”.
Dates are never just
dates anymore.
Everything
(oh everything!)
traces lines to you,
turning them to circles
that all lead right back to
the same place.
It should be so familiar,
but somehow- it’s not.
I guess you have to know where
you’ve been,
to remember when you return.
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