Secret Ingredients
Rhythm
shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand
–
icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide
Promise
strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing
–
barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder
Age
living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day
–
dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head
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