when i’ve forgotten
where we were
before we knew of us –
wherever hurts
are given time to heal
when i’ve let of each
eternity
scatter to the floor
the ache within my breast –
your voice above
the still

when i’ve forgotten
times before
your breath condensed
with mine
the way your fingers
fell against
my soul
an echo of a promise
bouncing softly
off my skin
the way you speak my name
to bring me home

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