186. Perhaps Now

Turned over in the bedroom
held the gaze of the ceiling for hours
watching as night passed through blinds
the occasional bright light
riding a half-circle
across a well worn horizon
through the room.
Driven awake
with all the moments
that meant something
before being taken away
by an accident
or perhaps not.

Perhaps now
memories given frame
propped up to compound interest
be felt again
like moments just passed
able to appreciated
for the memories they were.

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