Been so long

Secret longing taunts my mind
In quiet dreams of past
Afraid to seek lest I may find
We’ve already seen the last

A rush of memories with a touch
Chasm crossed with you beside
Withheld breath with pulsing rush
Silence surrounds my pride

Questions linger in each gaze
Wondering at just what might
The mystery of all our known ways
No words maintain the fight

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