We exist.

We existed.

Between the first blush and the last kiss,

Between the first touch and the last embrace;

There was a hello and a goodbye.

I can’t remember the in-between bits.

The ones that made it fit;

The pieces that lasted

The stage of pure unfiltered joy;

What were they?

Letters, boxes, jewels, scraps of love?

They fade. Like a dandelion I held so tight,

They flew away.

You, flew away.

A short-lived story

A short-lived poetry

Now, a once upon a time,



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