at least-
we claimed;
I'm here now, engaged
looking for love.
This much is confusing;
to think what will come
of seeing your face,
that feeling a million
miles won't erase,
my soul is amazed
but less amused.
Where only the great leap,
springing from passion
we attempted to touch
before parting, uncertain,
lingering in the echoes
of our last action
where applause
mounts the stage
and the eyes
leave by curtains
Always incomplete through change,
bathed by a light thru cracks in time,
somewhere, intertwined,
we remain;
upon the oaths we swore,
-we hang
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