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Mar 2013
I won't lie I miss your touch,
It was always the one thing that drove me wild,
Always made me feel so lost,
But always still so safe.

Even though you've come and gone,
As the winds flow,
I always know deep down,
That one day we'll run these streets together again.

But here I stand and I see across the room,
Yet another who has that shine and I feel alive,
I blink and can see a new running partner,
I start to feel that inner tingle.

I make my way across the room and there it is,
That shine that has led me to where I was supposed to be,
Each word with no meaning,
But I know how this game is played.

Smooth talking,
Wordsmith of sorts,
Make you feel at home with each word,
Yet a perfect stranger in an unfamiliar place.

Just as love was,
And love has passed,
Love could live again,
Even if just for this one conversation.

I forgot your shine and your touch,
Because just like that,
I found newness in the old tricks,
It's a cruel game we play.

But it's opening day,
And I'm ready for another season.
M Sargent
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