In one full swipe

In one full swipe.

As I get older

my presence

becomes more transparent;

frost on glass,

blurring the views,

easily rubbed away.

Removed.

Forgotten.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Ah... that's the "writer's life". Fades away into the fog of time. Nobody remembers nor will ever dare to remember the hallway you once stride through to reach hearts, but o' yes, life is always prime but not the age so when you get the glass of wine in hand & take some time to think over the analogies of world, o' yes, sometimes it's hurt what once has you beloved. Ah.. wonderful. Very deep & heartfelt poetry!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your lovely review Adams