On the edge of time...one second, then the next...
From then, before, and what once was,
To now, and forever what will be.
Time can be divided more so by moments, memories, and feelings.
This divided time - a gasp and hungry ache -
Can sometimes be stretched;
moments, like currents or low-weaving music, hums through our lives without ever leaving us.
A ghost and a promise.
I live in longing for what was and yet could be,
A maddening balance of nostalgia and hope.
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