…there is now an urge
to assess my days
when once,
a day
was just a day.
Something so grounded
now has wings
to be measured
noted, graphed, and analyzed
like tree rings.
Full, empty,
half full, half empty?
Just blue or having
rainbow colors of gaiety?
What frayed?
Life?
Me? You?
The threads
between us?
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