hours
grew
imperceptible
time
yawned and
g a p e d
swallowed lives
easy as inhaling
she was
diminished
fingers frozen into
question marks
thoughts
sssluggishhh
she felt
nothing
her face knew the act
recite,
react
nod and smile
an automaton
murmuring reassurance
singing lullabies
forever and forever
calling into the wind
“come”
she hid the
dissolution
of her soul
until whispers
penetrated…
her malaise
exhaling,
she blinked,
her image
resolving,
solidifying
once more.
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
Even for the title Lost, I can keep coming back to find this. The sense, mood, reverberation in this poem can loop in time for me.
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Thanks Tammy. It means a lot coming from you 😊
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You’re welcome, I love it when poets can describe it and I can say, yep, there’s something familiar in that.
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