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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

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher