Gosh, I miss you, Kora.

Gosh, I miss you, Kora.

When a day lacks substance

Reach out a hand

Take a firm hold

Pull it closer

Grasp the ruff of its collar

Ride the kickback

Shake the life out of it

Before the slippage

Into memory

Teasingly placed

Until the overlay

This day becomes

One day

Replacing another

With an illusion

Of sameness

Differences are subtle

Elusive, deceptive

Relentlessly accumulative

Sneaking up on the unwary

Mistaking the meaning

Of choice

When there is none

Without the decision

Of consequence

Avoidance

Is no answer

To the question

Of impermanence

Time is invisible

But it leaves a mark

On the soul

With each day

Of its passing

Recognise the impact

It will change you.