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Feb 2012
We walk backwards through this life
thus seeing clearly in hindsight.
Here I drop your hand from mine
though love you I do still.
The liquid leaking from my eyes takes two forms I recognize.

If once you read this, and you will
Remember how my breast did feel
wrapped in your palm, knees at a kneel
tucked in the curve of time.
The price has faded on the bill, we both are freed our hearts to heal.  

Unspoken as you once were mine
abandoned path, now out of line,
vague in hopes to be entwined
should we meet again.
With fearful fretful heave of sigh, I turn mine eyes away from thine.

Whispered smiles will bring then
echoes and dreams remembered when
the mouth I loved spread with a grin—
I dreamt I’d be a wife.
Then put to sleep these dreams and sins, or let them lie awake within.

If later in deep look and flight
returns me to this quiet night,
then with my hand I will try
again your hand to hold.
Freely falling from great heights, we’ll drop together through this life.
Written by
Marcella Barnes
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