We could cross that path
smile in the eyes of blossoms
a time of remembrance
everything around us seems
so alive,
so vibrant,
the real nature of affection
passion in some unbridled
affair, yeah that thing would
decimate any moment of courage.
We walked and then we wait
in each other our arms would
cause some response,
a silent realism we would
allow ourselves to feel,
maybe navigate through a
constant indecision,
the maker of a lost mystique.
Now the summer heat arrives,
we are together perhaps,
always unsure,
but there is one,
that one moment of soul
seeking a heart of loss
Some manner of love
that abundance of love.
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©Scott F Savage 6/2021
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