Passing

Passing,
Looked, saw, felt, smelled, tasted.
Gone, now.  Yesterday again.

In passing,
Another time and space–remembered?
Wells of grief and regret have buried
What was at one moment
A shining beacon of light!

In passing,
A love–so deep, so full of power and strength,
Lies as ruins in the dusty basement of memory.

Only a passing glimpse of something,
Perhaps superficially unrelated,
And sometimes even
Far from the truth…remembers.

After passing,
A possibility that was
At one time only imagined,
But still, at one time, very powerful,
To some sense–in the mind,
Or the body, or the soul…
Still, after all, it Lives.

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