Hindsight

“Their memory’s like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can’t remember Tell the things you can’t forget that History puts a saint in every dream.” Tom Waits
Hindsight poem

“Hindsight”

Many of the memories of you
that clog my mind
are slowly fading
Many of the places where
the core of those memories were formed
do not exist anymore.
Many of the gaps
of who we were then
and who we are now
can not be bridged
Many of those things I thought
engulfed a lifetime
occurred only in a moment
Many of the understandings I had formed of it
I no longer understand…

© DiAnne Ebejer

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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