U & ME … In that beautipool world 

A rack of life’s phases
filled with books
bought and bound with time
all filled with the story “me”
some distinct and new
some i doubt if i knew

a random visit to the rack
in the big dark dusty place
trying to walk the walked
knowing i would reach the reached
watching myself grow up
as i stepped every step

little i paused anywhere
going through moments
in i was weak and strong
that were sweet and sour
but at one flip i stopped
struck with drizzling color

memories overflowed
my smile showed “U”
voices now i begin to hear
all i begin is to see a tear
still walking the walked
still reaching the reached

winters that were never there
summers that we never had
a routine that we together carved
things that we never cared
all it seemed to me a dream
filled with the story “U & ME”

hope this was all i had
nothing before & later
for time with which i bought not this
not even worthy as me
i was late to sleep to not be at work
locked the rack back in safe!!

on a Saturday evening
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