I’ve done all the dumb things

 

Lost and found

 

Sometimes, rarely

In the first moments of the sun

I forget everything

Clean slate

Even she is not in her usual place

I panic a little

Reaching for my name

And then the flooding memories swirl in

The rising tide of all that has been

My life

And I see it most clearly

She is the diamond in the dirt

And I

Am the dirt

Then the wonder takes shape again

And the same old puzzlement

What does she see in me?

 

 

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