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Eclipse

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We left the city to catch the eclipse

At totality, brushed each other’s lips

Later I held you close beneath a tree

Whispered three words, meaningful to me.

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Sometimes I think back to that day

The anticipation, a slow sliding away

Words uttered, some unspoken

Promises made, promises broken.

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The planets spin, distant and cold

Things we take for granted wither, grow old

But that afternoon is fixed in my mind

A passing dream, pale, mysterious, and fine.​

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