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I had imagined them for years.
Soft, thick and slow
but they were lost.
Seeing your photo quickened my pulse.
You reached out. I reached too.
Writing you was our only foreplay.
Maybe that was as far was it was supposed to go.
You had another and knew all along
we weren't to be.
Seeing your photo still quickens my pulse.
Love this! And you couldn't have found a better picture. I love it all!
ReplyDeleteSweet riff!
ReplyDelete~The Poet