i can still feel
the phantom of your arms wrapped around me
like a shadow, or the most welcome stain
warm and close
there when you've already gone.

and i can still see
our hands tangled together
each hand clasped to the other
like the sides of a locket.
and i can tell you
this is the simplest and truest form of unity.

i see ourselves in the darkening sky
chasing after the sunset:
two birds, wings to each horizon
following the sun.
and i can tell you
with the sun always on our faces
two is the most beautiful number.

because i swear to you
We could fall in love.
We could fall in love.

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a/n: march 2007. we didn't fall in love.