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break me the habit
of looking back over
so sure you have wandered behind
kept as the memory
here my becoming
was destiny waited
this meaning to find

as pooled to this ink
witnessed to stain
shifted in place
by bliss undeserved
rhyme where was never
meant to be word
life never hindered
by verse

in places made easy
as a kiss
were a sigh
remembers another
line became line
brushed from the corners
in sacred relief
– in words undecided
I touch you

break me of leaving
write me the longer
as given to passion –
the force of your soul
I promise
I won’t say a thing
of forever –
holding as one
each sweet letting go

. . .