Once With Love

In a different time, an old life,
Existed a man, unlike what is—
I understood many hows, whys,
Remained irrelevant; better simple.

In a different life, I was a man,
She was a woman—we were lovers;
Few things in life bore simplicity
As such, not even time was close.

I am older but not old, yet,
Enough, I have felt, with the world—
Enough, please, of the life, the love,
And things that slow time, yet don’t last.


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