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wonder sits
in empty sinks
as proof of my surrender –
a cloudless blue
denies the call for rain
memory returning
of a day I knew you well –
wishes made
another to remain

solace bears
a single touch –
beyond the want for leaving
lines erased
by all we dared to dream

loving arms to wrap around
souvenirs for keeping –
blessings for the journey
stretched between

for all I am
this little known
as truth again becoming –
a way beyond
the circumstance of will
as want for nothing
time is left
with moments sweet
hands –
almost forgotten
how they feel

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