Moments: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)

Moments

Decisions and moments
encase,
in a floury dough

Love,
always,
caught in reflections

But then…
But then,
it decides that it has to go

And,
do you remember,
the sound of your youth?

Then,
the loss,
as you age,
drowning in mixed cocktails
and fermented rage

And,
for me,
all these things race around my circuit,
and all of them
are weigh downed by complicated bags
and all them
head for a weary flag

And you can’t remember the lost days,
the ones
that faded with sunsets
on horizons of your life,
and of our past,

It is something that can’t be saved,
memories cradle it, though,
before gravediggers place it in a grave

James Garratt: Tuesday 18th November 2025

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