Posted in Poetry, Prose

Complicated, Not

When
are our lives
not complicated?
why is remembering
that when, is only just
a memory, a moment
in time,

When I told her
I loved her
when her smile appeared
in the seconds that followed

When life was not complicated
being mere moments
a few seconds
the time to breathe
one breath
the image traveling
from head to heart

-just a few seconds of time

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American living in Denmark.

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