One blink, one breath
Where was time when it should pass?
For I arrived at the end
Only to know the beginning
For the very first time.
Past, present; meeting, merging
Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade.
Moment by moment, I sort the pieces
Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient.
Taking a step back, gazing at the empty,
Have I the right pieces,
Or have I the wrong plan?
A day gained, a day lost,
To waste not another I must.
So in dark, in deep, with You alone,
For now, I start from home.
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