It is there, standing next to you
staring into your haunted eyes
I am reminded
that echoes have voices,
wind picks up softly
with words of the past
here, in this presence
I have forgotten
that time has happened at all
that life has changed
that we are no longer us
here, in this moment
none of that which was
has ever changed
nor, honestly, will it
here, I am, and always will be
yours
and you
are also mine
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