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by a promise
I’ll come back to find you
warm as a whiskey –
slow let me learn
of moments made sweeter
of a morning
left broken –
to memories scattered
let me return

to a time
I was willing –
and there you were welcomed
as shadows to dancing
whispers goodbye
telling of dreams
red swirling sunlight –
a cascade of reasons
for your hand
holding mine

. . .