The things we half forget


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For all the days we left behind, which somehow turned to years

Before we knew autumn’s second meaning

Or saw pages thin to sheer

We will have other summers, yet more like other lives

Child-selves running through pictures

Of lost-remembered ties

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6 thoughts on “The things we half forget

  1. A sweet and wistful piece, particularly I’d mention “autumn’s second meaning,” and that looped dream of a future become the new past. Near the end of year, the safe places of the past arise, I guess. For me, they are pleasant and transitory: we can’t live there.

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