Epilogue

 

go back even further, when

in November, during rush hour

a stranger’s right hand reached

for yours, and you took it

wondering if possession was as easy,

as simple, as this –

 

one day soon, the moment

would become a memory, they said.

and they were right,

 

for now, you are.

 

 

————–

Bright Highs and his unbelievably bright eyes.

An old one, a repost, if you may.

 

Because I recently stumbled upon this one, and remembered. http://beatricetulagan.blogspot.com/2012/02/mirmulnir.html

 

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