these are the timesdirty beloved


It's not that I exactly forgot, but when it mattered yes, I did, unmistakably, unforgivably, but overall, no, I didn't forget, I remembered, the day before, and during, and after for a few days up to and including today ten days later. But not when it mattered most I guess, when for those few moments I was here, or rather "here".
At that time I forgot.
I have no excuse.
My shield is battered, but still with me.
So it's different than it looks, but then everything is, isn't it?
We sat on the porch and watched our hands,
deal the day away.
You and me.
Happy birthday, in the name of the pumpkin Buddha.
Then, now.
Whoever you were, whoever you are.
Wherever you are.

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