There are sounds I hear
but they’re not clear
they are distant
so distant
in the air
they are constant
I want
to hear
them now.
They fade and fade
into the night
a distant memory
in their flight
but I want to hear
I want to hear
them now.
Times a memory
in my mind
it fades so distant
I can’t find the who
or where or what or when
It slips somehow.
Yet time is time
and I can’t hear it now.
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