I don’t dream
The same dream
I used to dream
Time’s watermark
Firmly imprinted
On what I
Once was,
No renewal can
Help me recreate it,
Unlike a fingerprint
No two dreams
Remain the same
Not inspired
By lust or dread,
Perhaps now
Instead by regret
I don’t dream
Of what I want
And can’t have,
But more of what I missed
And still miss,
Lost in a fog of a past
I cling to,
If only to recall
What was.
I dream of now,
And what is,
The ever-present
Feelings I did not lose
Despite the constant
Flow of waves
On this beach
Of life,
I stroll over sand
Littered with wet
Empty shells,
Once occupied,
Now abandoned,
And try to read
Into them
What they might
Have contained,
Felt, no longer feel,
As their occupants
Have moved onto
Newer maybe
Better shells
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