here
I stand in slow motion
at the fringe of a gap
between
the graceful frailty
and the delicious moment that
reminds me of you
in a gesture of another
tousled in the softness of time
now
the future still oblivious to my arrival
in a slow unhinging of memory
I meet your gaze in passing
I do not move bravely
but courage is required
for a bold traversing across the mists
veiled promontories
sudden turns
daring leaps
fierce heart
this
uncrossing of paths
is a parting gift to my history
even as I am leaving it behind
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