it is good to have met you,
friend, love, darling companion.
silent and unsure
we sit and watch the sun rise.
...
your fingers leave mine.
we part. you are gone
and something catches in my throat.
those words? not yet, nay,
it is my heart, gone too.
so alone.
I stand and catch my breath as the glow swells and day comes.
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