sometimes when I’m not paying attention, I
am brought to a moment, passed
when my legs ran against beach sand
racing towards waves, relentless
a memory just barely out of grasp
of being young and being free
from obligation, rising rent prices
career leaps and bounds
I’m getting farther and farther from the shoreline
I’m lost in something
more sad than nostalgia —
forgetting
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