comfort is not what it once was
I have not been here before
we are linked with ties
beyond what any can see
embracing the time
gifted by a path unsought
breathing in deeply
still unknowing
it’s best that way
a spark
helps illuminate
this uncharted path
anew is this love we share
unwrapping layers
mine, yours, ours
linked in loss, love and desire
forever bound with laced hands

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