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were asked
I can’t remember
the colors of the day
or what I knew before
of what remains

was Tuesday
and the skies so blue
I can’t recall another
felt the same
when flush against
my soul

were moments
but a moment gone –
eternities decided
as fingers brushed
across a great

planets moved
(or did they)
who can really say
where the stars awaited –
where they fell

forsaken by
the choice to be –
where one
the other started
taken as the vapor
into flame

were asked
I can’t remember
the color of the night
or what became
of where I left
my heart

. . .