Life is lived in the small moments,
and through those you love the most,
in the minutiae which collects, assembles,
through seconds barely known, minutes
half-remembered, days disappeared, months
of mottled meandering and years which draw
down into decades – from the very birthing
and through, until the breathless beginning
of the end, which holds it all compressed,
honoured; eternally, irrevocably real.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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