It took some time
to look at all those pictures,
the black and white ones;
to hear those sto­ries once again;
heads nod­ding toward
her and him;

that book of  shadows
when we were kids
who knew enough
to fill in that which happened;
knew to per­fec­tion that desire,
no, the need to stay apart,
away from them;

from that which happened
end­less­ly to those you loved
but not to you.

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