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Tempus Fugit
by J D M
How searching eyes
Had chanced to meet,
And how time flies
Sharing words sweet.
They'd often go
The other to find,
Eager to know
That other's mind.
The warmth was real,
Their hearts were full,
And off they'd steal
Feeling the pull.
Realizing dreams
In different lives,
Stretching the seams
Exploring drives.
Seductive call
Of one shared breath,
Inevitable fall
To the little death...
Understanding more
Intimacy buys,
But no secrets in store,
And so time flies.
It brings them now
To this new place,
Still soothing the brow
Of beloved face.
Time's left it's mark,
And upon each meeting,
Perhaps no spark,
But pleasant greeting.
Not lover, just friend,
The new is gone,
Comfort will mend,
And we move on.
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