Continuance
The day ends
forgetting where it started.
One hour sponges a moving face
you had hung on the wall
thinking to mark a passing,
but there is no passing
only the begun again.
A tiny speck floats between us,
your eyes flicker over it
tracing its erratic passage.
My features are wiped away
as your mind follows your eyes.
Only another distraction
can bring us back together
into the same space.
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