Rushing Life

 

 

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Departing in a rush

’tis the season for hurrying 

so I have no time to decipher our last minute kiss.

The budding questions of romance, the first kiss lingering, wonder filled, hopeful, and lasting.

Even now as I open gifts, enjoying family and friends,

I have forgotten the reasons for running back into your arms before we boarded different flights.

Though I’ve tried,  I don’t remember the feel of your lips,  the taste is gone, and I silently damn the nature of humans to just get through one moment and scurry to the next. 

written for Magpie Tales  299 – Donetta Sifford