AFTER MANY YEARS

he patiently waits

at the café,

looking for her

and then

watches her

approach,

 

he thinks…

 

there you are

my other glove

the shoe that fits

the door that welcomes

a shoulder waiting

the glass half full

the moon over waves

footsteps together

a dance

a few whispered words

the voice

the memories

 

 


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