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softer

for every now
a little while –
when yesterday
we wept
grieving in our joy
for one more time
when held aloft
our whispered wish
echoed off
the night
pierced the sunday
somewhere
all the same
a veil of no one
notices
how time is kept
beside –
a moment rare
tucked safely
into dreams

. . .