Do lune in nazaj

 

When the days slip

further into the past,

they get covered

with a thin veil

or a colored glass.

As they reapear

from a memory

they seem different;

warmer, softer, kinder.

I see you, as I see me.

We are not us anymore, you see,

yet we seem closer now

to what we were before.

When the days slip

further into the past,

they slowly slip

into a matching frame

at long, long last.