still

like a thief that comes quietly in the night
like the aroma of summer and a firefly’s light
the deepest feelings of love and loss
wash over you simply, like an old wave
rolling its daily duty on a faraway shore
it feels like a morning commute
it tastes like unlocking your door, and so
you wonder why you worried or hid
like a child from a seeker at dusk
from a life that will happen to you
whether you are ready or not.

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