Which one are you in the midst of time,

a clever rendezvous in life’s sweet climb.

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Perhaps you held the key to love all along

the rest being shelled, wanting to belong.

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I watched a moment twenty years ago today

that’s what you meant, acting in that plaintive way.

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If we could choose, a certainty in our attitude

I’d bet we’d lose, our need to attack Beatitudes.

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Inside this active room, I might notice things,

a flair to be just whom, all while the pendulum swings.

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That couple speaking sweet, then who we were

playing only to the beat, of saying, we were here.

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Over in the corner, near the exit door,

sits an old reminder, of just what’s in store.

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In the back room earnest, they design their moments

fresh in mind they cannot rest, when wined in their torments.

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The conversations about, are all the same to me,

there is the devout, and over there the wannabe.

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The setting the same, we might all remain

caught in a new game, similarly lost in gain.

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While we watch each other, grow and blossom anew

we might still remember, or at least I will, of you.

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