Older than my earliest memories;
Younger than my last night's dream;
You come.
Eternal, yet recurrent, you come
Indifferent to one.
Pregnant with possibilities,
Loaded with promises
You are welcome to all.
You add to my age
What you take from my life away:
One plus one plus one each year,
Gifting debris from the past in your wake
Promises revoked, possibilities dispersed
I celebrate you nevertheless,
And wait for you nevertheless.
Looking backward and forward
Straight and across my life,
Dreading the day I'll not
Be waiting for you to come,
Will not be waking for you at all,
Early or late, then or ever.
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