100 years after him

100 years after him I will be no longer!
Nor the memory of what never became.
100 years and he will not be either. His
dreams for sale; my words remains like
lost birds, scattered in the sky. It’s over.
Longing and belonging: public domain.
Nearer, simple daily routines one foot in
front of the other while I breathe calmly.

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