Circles and Beads

We forget. So

we cut our bangs again,

find the same people 

 

to love again, 

break time apart 


losing the same

pieces to start again.

I forget. So

 

I wish to pass you

on the busiest street

 

in town, walking

runway model steps, 

 

talking English 

on the phone.

 

You forget. So

 

you step aside,

my back unknown 

 

graffiti on the wall

that you erased.

 

Time forgets. So

 

it ticks from twelve 

and back again

 

as I count my days

before I fall.

 

Perhaps you do too.

 

Life is just a bead in 

the prayer of the world.

Natasha Moskaljov is a Croatian writer, former dancer and yoga teacher with a degree in Economics living in Spain and writing in English. With interest in anything deep, she explores layers underneath the daily and the obvious. She is currently working on a poetry collection and a memoir.

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