Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

In the Time

In the time it takes
to go
from one end
of the room
to the other,
having forgotten
why I had thought
about her,
at that moment
in time,
pushing that memory
out of the way,
allowing
space
for a new thought
of her
to enter…

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American living in Denmark.

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