Pondering, dreaming, stealing time,
He came to my mind.
Climbing out of my forgetfulness,
He swung on the rope of memory,
Into my ever-processing brain tree.
But had he known how quickly after,
No matter how hard he tried to linger,
I would sigh, and pass him by,
Shoving back the past,
And living in the present-future,
Would he still have come to ask my heart why?
By K. Leigh
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