The wake of memory
Laps to a close behind me
Your image and any comfort there
Dissipates like the ungraspable foamy froth
Of nothingness in this absence
My mind has always worked that way
So with your six month (now one year plus four) mandatory no talk no see
(not by my choice)
The reality of you muddies as it drains from
The steel sieve of my recall
And drip drips away
Sadly sliding down the drain of all soon to be forgotten
As my memories close behind me with it's losses of friends and family.
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