steal from me
this willing heart
with nothing but your sigh –
touch i kept
one sunday afternoon
we talked about
forever –
another life forgave
held your hand
and counted back the ways
remember how it is
how it feels
to understand
some paths are come
to show us
what is real –
plagued by time
tangled in a memory
of flame
remember how it was
to lean into
an easy trust –
a breath to find redemption
in a name

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