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JulyPoWriMo 26

It is becoming clear 
with each passing
we only measure time
by how little is left

smoke clouds gather
uncounted minutes
haze over other cities
unarchived spent

breaths never spoken
awkward conversation
situated between
the have and half not

here waving goodbye
not drowning hello

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher