And then there comes a time
when all things
one holds dear
and so it is
with all the days
that come and go
like pearls on a string
rolling off
too fast to catch
turning today into faded memories
into yester year yearnings —
filling the nights with
silent sighs
a mixture of
lingering longings
and mulish melancholy
that keeps one up
in the wee hours of dawn
like creaky doors
and churning thoughts
about things that should have been
and could be no more
where did it all vanish to?

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 29, 2020 | OC, California

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