the recollection
of the past, the present,
the café where we sat
and talked about what happened
that fateful day.
A re-invention, integration of
that day, and today.
the storm that shook your house,
one that was approaching
for so many years.
the sunshine that beams
in the clear window today.
a recollection, a new picture,
the past shaded a little less
black because I am sitting here,
next to
you.
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