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Colors lying all across the ground
yellow, orange, red, and brown
but I thought only of red
seeing this, after the trees had shed
because it’s the only human one
flowing through us until we’re done
It’s not what shows up on our skin
unless another, unkindly, breaks in
tearing us apart; instead of twirling
together, dancing and swirling
like the sweet, falling leaves
on the morning’s autumn breeze
There’s no time for romancing
but sometimes we’re still dancing
in the kitchen; laughing
like before, ’til our sides
are stitching, where nothing
seemed a chore, side by side
it was all fun and laughing
not just in the kitchen, smiles wide
no troubles to be ditching; dancing,
lots of dancing; time, not a thought
when it led to later romancing
They were too close
to breathe; stopped
by all manner of bricks
which pseudo-hit
through the years
or at least, her
so that even though
dancing together
again after a long
passage of time
in satisfactory rhythm
the starry night sky
captured her gaze in
a way more familiar
Heartspell 