Sunday, November 2, 2014

november pad 2014 2

the quieter we became
the more i heard

as we waited, i felt
what you were feeling

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

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


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