Stillness of silence rifles along memories, awakening them
with happy sorrow over having lived through them.
Solitaire puzzles anchored in past years fill many hours now,
as I climb into age upon final shores.
Disguised as an older woman, walking down the same paths of
yesteryear, yet they no longer recognize me.
I'm just an image fastened within a mind, broken apart by
death's relentless pressure in the aging reality of my
future life on earth.
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