When tears would will
in sight were our lives
I watched you walk, still
forty years later survives.
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Just the trace of boots
stepping across pavement
no eyes yet, only the roots
of then just as love meant
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Today our lives are romantic
we choose to recall, spend
moments imagining, a tantric
soliloquy, dance, we suspend
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In reality only for this release
will ourselves, find our peace.