Written April 2004
This is not about yesterday.
It’s not about the day before,
Nor the day before that.
It’s not about things that were said
Things that weren’t said
Things that should have been said
Things that couldn’t be said.
It’s not about the past.
The past is gone.
It’s still a part of us,
But it doesn’t consume us.
What is it about?
It’s about the present.
It’s about you and me.
Here.
Right now.
In this moment.
Together.
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