is never easy
the worlds
collide
so awkwardly
the quivering touch
of a hand
turns into
a hard hug,
and a wish for a kiss
from lips
too nervous
for understanding
deep breaths
of conversation
explode into the air
almost in ecstasy
"can you feel me again?"
"are we still we again?"
did you know
what's in store
isn't as important
as the chore
of storing up memories
for the long abyss?
making haste
and promises
while the sun's in our favour
trying to savour
what;s between
the raindrops
before the darkness
comes again
(win)
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