Yesterday, a vague and distant
memory of a moment in
time when the possibilities
burgeoned beyond vivacious dreams,
resides in the past where it belongs.
Today, a day to smooch beloved
companions wetly as if spit
were for sharing, and squeeze breath
away with wide-armed hugs as if
tomorrow were some abstraction.
It may well be; we cannot know
until it comes, or it does not.
For now, focus on what exists:
a sharp mind, a promising smile.
Live again, older and more loved.
Live again, and again, and again.
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