Walking, back tired blunt away
mist eyed confused by the present
waiting, holding my breath like an underwater animal
unused to daylight oxygen
I am walking
waiting
the hope of that past, erased in a fire
in a storm, in the recent rain
under the earth
forgotten, buried
cutting out, paper cuts,
all I see..waiting for you
is the better light
and a clear view
a different tinted recollection.
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