scrape together shreds of the times
times we spent together happy smiling laughing
pile them up in little bits
on knotted natural floors
stick to our feet and trail after us
buzzing near our ears and swirling
up, up, up.
filled stairwells will empty
filled eardrums will ring for days after
filled tummies will growl
and we'll grasp hands; cleave fingers
and nod to ourselves in the dark
someone lights a cigarette and
we wonder at the times spent elsewhere
all these years all of us
slowly inching towards this very spot
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