The autumn chill rushed
through our interlocked hands
well before lifetime commitments rearranged
everything I thought I knew to
be you.
A fine tune way of motion shapes
anticipation,
connecting the dots to
the secret found in the way your words
keep me in mind.
Waking up to the gleam in your eyes,
is something I’ll get used to.
(© 2022 AC)
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