present tense

i scatter the remains
of dreams held tightly
across the ground in
shards of colored gravel
to remind me nothing
is ever truly lost
even as the memory of
hopeful intent lingers
the future dies in
each furtive breath
exhaled in past tense
so i give every beat
of my emaciated heart
to you in the present

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