like everyone else I was gifted
three companions at birth
Past Present Future
we started growing together
then grew farther and farther apart
two became too difficult to live with
so I kept the middle one with me
the most honest of my escorts
and adopted out the others
to one of those free-roaming places
now I visit them both quite often
lean over the fence and talk about keyholes
the doors we opened and
the ones we were looking forward to
with the fragile one it's always painful dialog
around promising someday adventures
that time never gave us keys for
until he suddenly turns and walks away
and not one time has he ever stopped
to say goodbye
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