Monday, March 7, 2016

Meeting in Exile

Between us existed a place 
a space for memories past
for memories to come. 
They rushed back and forth: 
between the sparkle in your eyes
and the tears in mine, 
they rushed back and forth, 
bringing the joy of meeting, 
carrying the pain of separation. 
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