In the silence we can look
thoughts pulling us
direction to directionless, of late
We walked, soles to the ground
souls, hand in hand
I did not see you, of late
Have not for a long time
walking past the hours
with shuffles, of late
Into the ache of the day
the bend that turns into
marsh land, that sinks, of late
you deep, deeper than ever
imagined it could be,
a hand would encourage, of late
has not been present
would I want it to remain
unheld, of late
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