The clock, a relentless heartbeat,
ticks forward,
each beat a thief,
stealing moments,
once vibrant,
now fading hues
in the attic of my mind.
Sunlight through a dusty windowpane,
illuminates a forgotten photograph.
A younger me,
laughing,
unburdened by the weight
of years unspooled.
The scent of rain on dry earth,
a phantom limb of a summer long gone,
a melody hummed on a porch swing,
a whisper in the rustling...
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