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settle these drums
tender this song –
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade

as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
the length of goodbye
a voice without
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)

for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark

were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us

. . .