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End of May

Putting another month to rest

I look back across and see thirty days

I am pleased to have lived thirty days

placed gently in my brain’s cupboard

with all the many others lying modestly

there glassine layers in a stack asking

nothing of me expecting nothing

just lightly being all the days that

together form a singular life one which

no one else will ever quite know

nor will I theirs and on we go carrying with

us our little packets of secrets that we could

not share if we wanted to.

2 thoughts on “End of May

  1. oh! that is such a wonderful description of memories and a life!

  2. Thanks, Lyn. It strikes me how little we can know of even our most intimate Others.

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