Six months
Since pen touched paper
Six months
Since words freely flowed
Six months
Since I last gave a damn
About this passion
That once upon a time
Brought me joy
It’s time
For passions to return
Not all at once
Not too sudden
I couldn’t handle that
But slowly
Day by day
Word by word
Passions shall return
– James Dubeau
The clock
Is ticking
We only have
So much time
Sands falling
grain by grain
In a pile
In a mess
Ruining everything
That is touched
By human hands
Weathered hands
Dried
Cracked
Flesh falling off
As the sands
Continue to flow
To life’s end
– James Dubeau
Sitting at the coffee shop
Beside the windows
I wonder how long
Until my gaze
Across the bay
Isn’t paired with memories
Of a walk
Along the lake shore path
While figuring life out
On that summer day
Full of turmoil
Knowing what’s right
And knowing which path
My heart would be led
Watching the waves
While standing close
And the setting sun’s
Brilliant colors bared
Behind the cityscape
Blanketing us
– James Dubeau
I used to sit here
Around a year ago
Nearly every day
Laptop out
Listening to music
Record spinning
Or headphones in
Ignoring images
Flashing across the screen
In attempts to be
Productive
Happier times
And sad times
But now
Looking back
They were just
Times
Memories
That will fade
Forgotten
With time
– James Dubeau
Only passing time
Will let
Memories fade
There is no
Active technique
To push it out
To force it
Not to linger
Only time
Ticking by
Fades memories
Under a setting sun
Until the ink stained sheets
Are yellowed
With age
– James Dubeau
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