It sneaks up on me
those memories
every then and now
that time at my sisters house

Mostly when I am very tired
and mind drifts into reactivity
searches it's cabinets for reference
what to think now
who to think of now

It's almost time
I don't know why I say that
when our hourglass is long tipped
laying sideways collecting dust
high on the shelf

Eons, and ages
words like that
You are something outside
the spectrum
and I know we are the same
to each other in that respect

Galaxies will turn to dust.
in the stillness between stars
we still sing