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No words

No words
but heart aches
and tongue shakes with anticipation
of saying what has no words.

Plans cross
paths meet
times shared
dreams shared
joy scattered
in fast memories
and yet long
rich with chance and adventure
A bright gem of experience
belongs not to one but to both
We fuse in time indelible.

Then time shifts
the fork in the road nears
and joy slopes into longing
the future longing of the bright past


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