On a wooden bench that supported us like a blessing,
We were tying tenacious knots with our fingers
Vows that pressed the snooze for just one more minute
Of silence; as I watched your irises, out of time,
Clean up the color that had spilled into your eyes;
We had made a mess under the summer sun.
It was the second green we were sharing together,
But we were gridlocked - a tick on a timeline,
Where two points on a map became
Twice two lips pressed against a single word...
You were the last one on,
I sat and watched you take off.
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