the moon and the chase
of being to becoming;
one of the stars,
forgotten each night
in the lap of mundane life.
the lovers and the loved one
inscribe fond memories of sunshine;
oblivious of the companionship,
slip away their love for time,
and surrender to nostalgia.
an urge and a sense of belonging
to a place we’ve called it ‘home’;
a personal account of happiness,
fade away with the absences,
and leave us fickle throughout.
the odds are many to recollect,
but all that supersede life is,
the halfway memory;
of those that stayed, and,
those that wandered.
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