Moments Left Unfelt

I often sit here waiting,

for truant words to come

 

To chase the thoughts now fleeting,

messages on the run

 

These days I sit impatient,

as I wonder to myself

 

Are time and memory draining

—precious moments left unfelt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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