Unwinding from a heartfelt showing
small arm-looped huddle with
watchful eyes I contemplate ephemerality
given to fits and starts in sentences
lost to promises unfulfilled
staying too long as a shadow token of self
reverie interrupted by soft, warm hand
beckoning small of back; later,
whispers of love and like and unspooling, too
this other chance at becoming a staying
unerased in a smaller circle
known yet unknown but no less gratifying
you've all the tools to persist
I share my messy beds
tend to these like the gardens you keep
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