11 December 2014

love, part 480

as we treaded along in the december sun
hands cool, feet warm in soaked shoes
our conversation flickering in the breeze

i seemed to glimpse into what was
which you hastily caught in your eye
and presented to me with pride or relief

you seemed to glow in the cold light
your hair speckling grey into your eyes
speaking to me in tenderness or weariness

we trudged toward the beginning of the end
hands heavy, feet light as the leaves beneath them
our hearts flickering in the beating current of time.

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