Recall
Wanted to touch your face moment I saw you
In softlight on stone stairs grasping that rail-
Coy downcast gaze -
Looked into those soft blue eyes
Heard warm words from your precious lips-
Wanted to kiss you again,
Hold you close and chase the moon-
Guess time takes its toll.
Distant train whistle-calls
Reluctantly we move along …
Following lifepaths which lead to unknown times
You perhaps slightly northward to a new life--
I to explore gypsy-like
Unable to tell my own fortune.
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