Poem: Always Soon

Always Soon

There was,
but now?  What
is, now, what
remains
or was not
lost?  I don't
have an-
swers for
you.  I have
barely any
of the quest-
ions.  I have
only the space
and the time
and they
should
not be
so empty.

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