Miss


Replay Buttons

Never realised
That a
Booted foot
Can be so big
Until
I Tried
to fit it
Without success
Into a space
Between
So many things
That lay
In heaps
Everywhere
On top
Of each other
Under piles
Of everything
Beautiful
Dust covered
Objects
Black holes
Or starting points
Of fleeting
Precious moments
Attempts
At freezing
A momentary
Tingle
Of pleasure
Keeping
Safe
A thought
An imprisoned
Yearning
For
a coveted
experience
A wish
A triumph
In a life
In a time
That escapes
So swiftly
So Silently
So cheekily
Unless
Transformed
Into
An object
That
Can
Hold it down
Cement it
To a memory jolt
That can
Reverse time
And
humbly serve
As
The perpetual
Replay
Button.

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