Sunday, November 19, 2023









Not what I dreamed of -

the idealized life paths

bathed in golden sunlight

surrounded by the diverse ages,

treading the same road together

close enough to touch, to see, to feel

sharing the growing, the changing,

the Living.


Instead, Distance creeps in

miles, distractions, grudges,

physical, ideological, genealogical,

togetherness a rarity

felt intensely as lifetimes play out

slowly, suddenly, painfully, joyfully

the hourglass runs until

the Loss.


©2023 Noreen Braman

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