Entry 481

Out of the past 
Her worries were aroused & branched.
I passed the torch just before
I passed out — 
Out of our passed selves
We stand now
Distinct;
Yet,
Old emotion is not extinct — 
Our experience & ideas linger.
Every argument resonates
To its natural end 
At an inaudible frequency;
Yet,
Disdain may remain
Palpable until tomorrow comes
And passes a few more times.

Perhaps it will take 
Half of 77 months
To eclipse all emotion 
& move beyond those memories