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Apr 28
The days go trickling past
as the day goes trickling past

When I finally find myself on the other side of the door.....

Facing the precipice

Toes curled in anticipation
....suspense

or terror

To meet your gaze
awkwardness abounds

Feels like home

Both welcoming and bittersweet after all this time

nothing but
time
separating us

Except in this moment
Any present moment
Written by
Any present moment
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