Certain moments resonate 

think of an event that matters,  a new person or different music that changes us,  yet 

Afterwards,  there is always a need

 

There is no "too late," no time frame that stops it-

this need to write it out, to put it down in print or

click it upon a screen 

 

Long ago I stopped wondering why this is so 

why I cannot go to sleep and leave it for tomorrow  

I find paper, or a screen and write it out 

 

Because there is this Almost, a held breath that lingers-

a fear that my memory might evaporate 

until the right words are exhaled 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.thanks to duckrabbit for the title