I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
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Doesn't it seem really odd how all those years could just disappear. We know we have lived through hours and days and months and years..but if we have why are they missing now? Certain fundamental aspects of living can just never fully make sense, can they? That is what I take from (and fully agree with) here in your poem.
How beautiful yet sad. I shed a tear for myself and the treasure chest of memories I hold dear of times spent and those missed. Thank you, David Harris, for sharing your emotions.