MarPoWriMo 10

Time is turning 
Back the way it ended 

Soon all that will be 
Left of our memories 

Will be all those we lost 
We thought would arrive 

Sooner than later 
In this posthumous age 

Incalculable and yet 
We try to put a number 

On the hugs we have left 
Because we know there is one 

We just partake in them
Despite not knowing 

Where they begin and 
Who we will be at the end