Moments Left Unfelt
I often sit here waiting,
for truant words to come
To chase the thoughts now fleeting,
messages on the run
These days I sit impatient,
as I wonder to myself
Are time and memory draining
—precious moments left unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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