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Past Tense


I don’t like speaking of you in past tense.

It echoes an unfamiliar sound.

You are not the past.

You are now.

You are forever.

I’ll never get used to use to’s

Or remembering whens

The present doesn’t exist without you.

The future…

Well…

I can’t perceive it without you.

My mind will never settle in your silence.

My heart will never make peace with your absence.

I will always long for your presence in the present.

I don’t like speaking of you in past tense.

It’s just not right.


Written by: Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2017®

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