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were a glimpse
of forever
a moment too much
a sigh
(ne’er the same)
as a touch
as a whisper of longing
loosed on the night
were wings
(us surrounding)
with prisms of light
each sacred reminder
of where we have been
and the ways
back to living –
we were gifted (again)
removed from the memory
as sparse was to know
if e’er we were loved
by another (let go)
every call to redemption
was a goodbye (erased)
by the flush of
forgiveness –
delivered as grace

. . .