The days, weeks months.
It's 9 p.m.
Where did the last 3 hours go?
Yesterday morning feels years away.
But I remember the dusk of summer
Like it happened today.
I look out the window
And can remember this view, the first time
On that steamy August morning
Penetrating New York sunshine.
A year of new friends and play.
So much work, always more to be done,
Learning, creating, and exploring
All my dreams finally won.
And there's more but first there's less
And some things stay and some things go
So I have to keep what I can and let the rest be
Though what, in the end, I'm left with, I'll never truly know.
--3.31.09
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