afterthought

he picked up the pieces of his day
but the hours passed through his hands
and no matter how he tried to arrange it
the puzzle would not fit together again.
so he stared at his fragments of memories
laid out before him on a sheet, drew up
his misplaced schemes
and tried to delineate
a clearer space between
the place where he was going
and the place where he had been.

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