Vanilla fair with the right light.
By design, a moment.
A sting in the eye.
A poster for a lost cause.
Tumbled down in time and by the grace of God.
To sit there on the tip of my eyes.
Watching as my tongue rolls over.
You play that song and sound my heart.
Banishing ghosts who cling like pith to my soul.
The refugees of love, now grown old.
As the gap between us narrows.
And you become family.
Closer than god.


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