When we met

Meaning came home to me

And it did not leave

But then you left

Arm in arm

With the daily little miracle

Of waking up together.

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The people who built

My walls of silence

Never knew your voice

They'll see frozen Doves

Sticking to the script

But that's not our story.

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When we were parted

It rained stones that day

Red is remembering:

Our painted hands

Slip apart.