as ever

ambling along the street

seeing a shape reminded me

of another in the way

caught by the love I’d lost

& the love I was currently with

full of lament & of lust

for the gone to come

nostalgic yet prophetic

not that if I saw her gliding by

I’d let your hand hang

down by your side

to go grab what once was

more a wanting wistful

for what can no longer be had

the sooner gone

the sweeter the pie

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