I remember well
the girl you loved –
a whisper barely spoke
walked a wooded path
from heart to home
waiting for an echo
the name
you gave to breath –
was all the same
all I’ve come
to know
that girl
she carried heaven
pretending she was wise –
known for trapping wishes
in a jar
looping letters
one on top –
a name converged with yours
how many times
we married
one night
beneath the stars
. . .
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Nice flow. Very good ending!