For Now

Fragment 54

There is a sadness to going back when we are no longer there. And now can only be now for a second.

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There was I. There was a wooden deck. Boats in front of fading gray. Bobbing. White birds in front of the blue. And soft, cooling winds from the west. Smells, from before. But not quite. Because I’m not there. And now is not then. Words, only trivial. But it’s ok. For now.