A Circle

Life, made up of days
One after another.
Days behind us
And days ahead.
A dot moving
Along a line.
Then a moment
Suspended in time.
You’re here
Inside a circle;
This room, the bed.
No past, no future,
Only now.
Your hand on my cheek
Keeps us there.
Until you take it away
And time resumes.

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