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May 2020
Here, all alone along the street,
We have come, come to meet,
Picked this quiet, only corner,
So we both are no longer loners.

Hold, holding hands and here,
Both with feelings and some fear,
Embracing so, as we did long ago,
Remembering, what we both know.

Now, let this be, the lasting time,
Where we both are joined, one mind,
Living and learning how to let go,
All the hurt, the pain from long ago.

You married, but this union didn't last,
Still holding on, cherishing your past,
Never getting over, or letting go by,
Still recalling how you laughed and cried.

And, I, feeling an everlasting belief,
That you, you would be mine to keep,
Never giving up on what could have been,
Here we are, together once again.

Now, let this be, the lasting time,
Where we both are joined, one mind,
Living and learning how to let go,
All the hurt, the pain from long ago.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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