memory momentum

there are moments like this
where moments like that
are moments here,
and moments then
are moments now.

and every movement
brings back moments 
that haven’t moved an inch;
don’t think i will.

my affection dwindles
when you swindle me
with serenity,
peace in my chaos theory;

predictable at least
is this journey,
back to the centre
where you and me still believe

love will set you free,
then call you back begging.
please,
let me be.

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