It was a good day
no time of need.
But, desires never disappeared.
Until the storing of them
split
everything
we stood on,
hid in and used.
We fell out
a long way away.
Tiny specks on our horizons.
Unintentional.
All the love
that was
was given.
The best of
silent, empty
beginnings.
Now, I cannot see you at all.
But, we met many times
before you went away
and made right a wrong,
as right as wrongs can be.
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