looking forward

dipping fingers into the surface of an old memory
pushing down into black sand
and grabbing the full handful
as even now it slips through
clouds the water below
and creates a fog
powerful to forget the contours of your hand

and we say we can remember clearly
those moments that meant so much

I remember sunsets
shorts and sweatshirts
and a time before all this
where I didn’t find it terribly necessary
to look forward

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