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