The Bench
Clouded paper ribbonson a snowy winter day
Lasting only for a time
of tinkered fantasies at bay
I dare to reason
For a moment
As I froze into your gaze
Sitting by you in dismay
at bold and blatant honesty
I wonder when and where
what is there to become
of us and me.
3-11-10
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