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asIknewyou

leave me the letters
black and white versions
hands fit the same
as remembered me now
lace softly weaved
into shadows
awaiting
gathered to story
made of my days
a tiny white map
as distance
erased
by the coming and going
time
every time
relearning the path
we were destined
to find
writ to the places
given a sign
a lifetime –
a moment
remember

. . .