When

Standard

When

In times to come

Holds hope

With trust entrusted

When in times long gone

A box of locked up

Memories that was

And when we are

In now we never

Are somehow

Fulfilled a distillation

Of the incomplete

Defeat of dream

At destinations reaching

Much too soon

 

©K Barr

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