Here are the cross roads
it's not surprising, really -
my hour, your month.
I'm reminded of
boys and their guitars - gone by.
Black and white photos.
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A run in with past
A tango with forgotten
A waltz with before
A knowing of now
A salsa in a passion
A wanting of more
A willing of calm
A want of complete balance
A dance of two.
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