the more i heard
as we waited, i felt
what you were feeling
inside
and dwelled upon the depth
of your breathing
the slower we became
the more i saw
as we walked, i felt
the weariness in each
step
and lingered over the labour
of your being
learning how
to forget
what was me
coming back
to remember
what was us
and what begins again
(learn)
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