Found
the time I had lost,
those precious few hours
I so wished back.
They hadn’t traveled far,
just around the bend,
and indeed seemed happy
to find me as well.
They looked a bit older,
but no worse for wear,
having taken good care,
these past twenty years.
But when asked,
“Why now, what makes you return?”
The response was simple…
they’d never really left.~~~
An earlier version of this poem was first published in print in Mother Earth International Journal / Spring 2007
First published online in Foliate Oak Literary Magazine
May 02, 2014
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