we are layered with
years
like skins shedding off
and then
the new ones that
you see
smooth, young
supple
how many years?
we are silent still to
this strangeness
i wonder
how this love sees you
always
new to me
vibrant
illumined
shadow to my shadow
mist to my mountain
waves to my shore
soft breeze
constantly leaving and
coming
i shy away from
familiarity
i tiptoe
towards the door of
our memories
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