On The Verge of Tears

the memories of your life

are drawn with lines in sand

as time pushes you towards

something you cannot predict

the breeze of distance makes them not so distinct

not so,        unique

they begin to fade, become almost

unrecognizable as your own

and at least once or twice

a wave washes everything a way

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