Quiet Intersections

When tears would will

in sight were our lives

I watched you walk, still

forty years later survives.


Just the trace of boots

stepping across pavement

no eyes yet, only the roots

of then just as love meant


Today our lives are romantic

we choose to recall, spend

moments imagining, a tantric

soliloquy, dance, we suspend


In reality only for this release

will ourselves, find our peace.


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