Time, they say it takes
and ours was short
but nothing short of
drifting, shy
you whispered, was I alone
how beautifully our candle illuminated
your fingers crossing mine
then the sun on our legs intertwined
like a poet's slant rhyme
time, took us apart but romance
whispered, we have to bear
it looked for you
until one day, I stepped out unto the street
where years ago we parted, promising
to see each other but never pausing to
your head lowered in thought
shy, drifting
I found you
hoping I could stay
to tell you of the slow organs of mystery
that we wear on our sleeves

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