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drifting

today
was almost gone
before I thought of you –
what dream
have you been chasing
all this time

might again
the skies align
with lights much older than
the ways we’ve known –
when leaving us
behind

to wonder
what of days to come
I won’t recall your eyes
or the sweet embrace
of words
the same as mine

. . .