The essence of the day was lost

to the holes and spaces where

memory goes, the leaks

and gaps that take

what you don’t see.

And sad to think, a

whole life can pass

by like that,

unseen.

Photo from the town “Combe Down,” a suburb of Bath, England (January, 2016).

Categories: poetry

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