We finish our conversation I turn to leave, but Think better of it And join you Meandering along the roads We arrive An unexpected twist waits In the kitchen Trivial chatter masks an unvoiced need To talk Yet again, I turn my back The beating sun sparks recognition I return, to find you Disappearing So I run. I run after you, despite my exhaustion I run for us. Then a miracle: I catch up Out of breath and out of my mind Fall back to earth for a whisper A sigh And a kiss In a rush, the world is clearer Vivid, and As I watch you leave I smile.
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