Filter the moments and the memories

The lost longing that hangs behind closed doors

Like a skirt that doesn't fit anymore

Memories that once was

When we breezed though time and doors

Not knowing what we were at the time

And now a longing to return and go back

And yet a hesitation of effort

A complacent lack of momentum to move

Like a butterfly that became a caterpillar

And then a leaf..

High above the grass it falls

And there sits a tiny bird

Like a gleaming green jewel

Gliding through the yard

(Im going off point because i love them)

Hummingbirds that is..

Sigh

And my fav size 4 skirt sits in storage

While i wear size 16 down the hall..

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