Suddenly a past event is not a memory, but a return to an instant.

An enlargement of a life spread out,

In previously separate episodes, but now;

A single documentary.


No rewind required, this solid-state disk sends me here and there,

At will, no prompting required.

Just a willingness to be aware,

Of what love has been before. And now.


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