Life In Slow Motion
Inch by inch and frame by frame
Slides spin and flip in light and dark,
Pass before the moist-eyed filter,
Snapshot memories creeping by.
In wordless modes I mouth his name
And visualise pushchairs in the park,
Feel the world tilt out of kilter
As tears skew each mourning eye.
An hour times five or fifty years,
It matters not the length or span
Endured being of my creation,
Love of woman or wife.
The seconds, endless souvenirs,
A sweet slow motion caravan
Through desert dreams with affirmation:
Love is love and life is life.
So much I love, so much I miss
The joy of he who would be mine
If not for random happenstance,
The fate that I bemoan.
Yet I have learned to live with this,
My grief with fellow stars align
And for these others' circumstance
I do not cry alone...
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