How it felt to be with you
Once
Together in a dreamscape
Standing near your temple
Holy legs the hymns
The sun converted not yet over,
Not yet gone,
The yard and the playing games,
Faster than the day could
Fathom, accomplished because
The overlooked necessity of
Traveling here and growing there
Could never compensate for
What
We had and what we lost.
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