Milleniums have passed between moments
the warm hug that stayed our bodies
the morning vent
the bitterness thereafter
the rift therein;
all precede
the reconcilliation to come
All apologies are none
our scathes and jabs
sweltering as the summer
and pelting like the rain
all as we lay
we are all seasons
in a day.
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