Impermanent Things

My head pounds with confusion,

I’m trying so hard to hold on.

My hands are clenched into fists,

knuckles white,

jaw tight.

 

But why am I trying so hard

to hold onto impermanent things?

Why do I worry about what has passed,

when I have you standing next to me?

© annettealaine-2013
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