we do retreat, both of us
fold into ourselves
seek solitude and just
'vant to be alone'
to escape, perhaps,
in small part but...
more for introspection
taking stock of life
actions taken, not taken,
slaloming over
around and through
events that just
happenstanced
where are we?
(as we take stock
in a royal tone)
what happened?
what might have been?
what should have been?
and, oh my, don't,
please no,
bring that up again...
our lives, briefly intertwined,
the unfinished warp and weft
of souls and hearts
longings and other...
'complications'
a divine gift
our lives as
something holistic
is pure poetry
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