By the window

  I was standing 
by the window
in the house
that I called home
 
Looking out
upon my past
embellished
on my own
 
My memory
spoke clarity –
preponderance
of good
 
Afresh – anew –
the wind blew in
experience
of should
 
I should – should not
oh, time forgot
the thunderclap –
away
 
I should – should not
oh, time forgave
misfortune
from that day
 
A week – a month –
a year – a life
considered
unremarkable –
a jot
 
In scheme of things –
what life can bring
the day that
time forgot
 
That day I’d come
to cherish
and to worship
what had past
 
Oh, life, my dear,
my fondest love
life travels
far too fast
 
I couldn’t speak
to what I’d lost
for in search
of today
 
Was the window
in the house
called home –
where memory
would stay

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