abandoned –
banished to the shadows.
darkness even more profound than the thick of was…

i wonder –

if perhaps the real of is – if allowed,
could recreate the wonder of
that moment in time-
(as close as sky touching sea),
when we understood – real –

the touch,
the feel…

memory becomes the nemesis of life.
anchored in the shallow waters of forget.

a shiver,
remembering only the rush,

of nothing…