she eyes the elixir, admiring the care
though exacting the measures were painful
now retracing the steps, acutely aware
as her thoughts are not as they once were
the apron cuts tight in the small of her back
without blinking or thought or conviction
she pulls on the string, to loosen the slack
and continues, though not as she once was
moments slip by, this presence won't last
still, memories flash through her confine
musing through decades, dense as the past
will find her now; not as she once was
1 comment:
I can very much relate to this one. "dense as the past will find her now: not as she once was". In my fleeting memories, I am as I once was. (sometimes)
You are such a gifted word-smith. Please keep them coming...
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