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Jul 2012
in the morning, when the sun
peeked across the horizon
the coffee was hot
we sat silently, pretending
the day was young
and we had just begun,
getting older
I remember
at the end of the day
we sat again, arm in arm
to watch the sun set, aching for it
to settle into the cradle of night,
grinning at the moon,
who had relentlessly
chased it for days and days
never to catch the warmth that
radiated from our touching palms
I remember
a song, a date, a time, a place
a touch, a sigh, a laugh, a cry
the wonder... the chase...
coming first in second place
I remember
how the flames in your eyes
came not from the fire
we lay beside
but from our desire
to burn forever in satisfaction
born of soul attraction
I remember that we belong
from this life to next
I will find you
*I'll be strong
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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   Hilda, R Julleitta, --- and Joel M Frye
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