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Ktashi Ryn Poem
Before It Becomes Then
Maybe we’re all just passing through dreams,
wanting the versions we’ve already been.
I wanted more than I had back then,
now I want back what I had then.
We stand at the edge of “almost” and “when,”
trading our now for a distant “then.”
Time slips soft through unheld air,
gone before we know it’s there.
And maybe this second, quiet and small,
is someone else’s dream after all.
So before it softens into “when,”
stay here a while—again, again
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We met in glances we never named aloud
Your eyes paused—mine turned that into hope
In borrowed seconds, I stitched quiet forever
You gave that same warmth to passing strangers
I stood there—almost yours, never becoming
Fog filled my eyes; yours never met mine
Copyright © Ktashi Ryn | Year Posted 2026
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Ivory wallpaper,
I plunge into yesterday—
Solstice finds your trace.
Copyright © Ktashi Ryn | Year Posted 2026
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