fallen through mental cracks
bounce back into view,
remembered and arereflected upon, when time
curls up in the warmth
of our laps and gives us
pause to consider our
love has not diminished
nor has it changed
from what it was or
thought to be, but is
frequently expressed
frequently absorbed
into a knowing look;
the holding of hands
the silence of sounds
makes quiet our souls,
embracing and caring
as if when tomorrow gone
no more need be given.
8Feb16
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