Jan 8, 2022
1 min read
Lives Once Lived
Poetry
The countdown
has begun.
Will you remember
why we came this way?
Why the night
turned into day?
Why our link
to the past
was stolen
and we slept
on the hard floor?
I spend my time
knitting socks
and searching
for the opening
that will take us home.
You spend each moment
painting pictures
of the lives
we once lived.
