Somewhere

The passing of minutes
Moments
Days or lives
Doesn’t make a difference
In the loving
Or in the dreaming
Of what could come to pass
And what could be passing
Somewhere
Near or far from here
It’s the unseeing and unfeeling
That is undoing
This moment

"Somewhere," poetry by Roshan James

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