THERE ARE STILL NO WORDS TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME
Every slight in the wind will turn the city
Another shade of our re/[-]/mind. For now
There are fragments, going all the way back
To that of that sky, and that when the wings,
And those when the scream, and that how —
How uneventful; to remember so much.
Imagine what we have done [we will do] with our unfinished memories.
Michelle K. Angwenyi @mkangwenyi is a writer from Nairobi, Kenya. She blogs at notjustwiththelions.wordpress.com.
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