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whereandstill

the trees
have shed their blossoms
– an early sign of fall
was here we walked
once hand in hand
and never spoke at all

of plans beyond
the drifting –
beyond the moon’s embrace
were moments
we would carry
into grace

a page or two
of history
as need
untouched by time
remembers not
the parting –
a breath as yours
or mine

. . .