A yearning draws me toward

A clearing

I always wonder about the space

Walking

Alone

Coming upon a wood

Stepping across streams

I recall being with you

And that last minute

Wondering if it will still be there

Wandering ahead

Trees, and branches slapping your shoulders

Protecting your face

From the distractions

The pieces of life that keep pulling you back

Without knowing the space exists

That brief opening to the sky

We might not realize

Its presence even matters

There are those days

When we get there and magic eludes

Our dreams

We have to recreate the moment

Pretend another moment

A romantic ideal

Tossing aside all logic

And realizing assuredly

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I did love you quiet removed

While the sun piqued our shelter