Who knew we weren't together
arm in jaunty arm as we cut
a swath through a train station of people
like something out of an MGM musical?
In step and in time we guided each other
by hip and glance through a throng, a sea
shrunk to just you and I. It was assent,
the final moment when one mind would grip
a word and the other would pluck it.
Now the world's with us, its shadow too close,
too spectral, and those old moments flutter like paper wings,
dancing away from me even as my pen strains to put
them to paper.
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