(incomplete And Missing) Poem by Sarah Cotnam

already the days go by
ticking life along
and when we stop
to see ourselves
we find new shadows
and lines

words remembered
and life's regrets
piled in our office mind
wait on no reply
to find the gust
that blows them all away

the blowing gust
of dust to dust
and words that don't mean the same
to find ourselves
with new lines now
our memories take the blame

betray our thoughts
forget the lines
that wash our hands alone
and when we stop
to see ourselves
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