I would like to have been there.
I would like to have done that.
I suppose there is still time,
Though not as much as I'd like.
Weeding out has begun.
Whether I like it or not,
Things, plans, dreams
Fall away not by volition,
But neglect, by weight,
Fading over time in small increments,
They lose their color,
The passage of the sun washing them out
Until the things I’ve given up on surprise me
Like the bittersweet memory of an old friend
I haven’t thought of for a long time,
Whose name I barely remember.
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