Impromptu
soon to
be twenty
six
too soon
you were
just twenty
four
and twenty
two
count backwards
towards a time
time of sleep
listlessly
listening
my tone
of voice
sings to
you
waking
warmly
towards
words of
the familiar
family speaking
words of wonder
understanding what
their hopes and wishes were
wake now
not the waking
of then while
solid in memory
led presently to
your hopes
and wishes
your future
in fluidity
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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