the time (after Proust)

by mudrhetoric

the time was lost
to me
the time was no longer
in search
of remembrance and reminiscence
nostaligically i recall my love
it’s a blank space in my mind
ungraspable, escaping to the reaches
adrift in the sea
a lost scape, breached
the memory of no one the same
ending on the tonic

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