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Eclipse

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.

Sometimes I think back to that day

The anticipation, a slow sliding away

Words uttered, and unspoken

Promises made, promises broken.

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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