not be the same path

I’d walk with you again

but it would not be

the same path

under those sighing trees

this then tongue tied beau

wanting wanting

trying not to whine

please please

older wiser

uglier scabbed knees

sitting beside you

able to drink in you

your being there beauty

find the right words

breath easy say what

I want to say

to then

get up & go home

finally

to sleep

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