By carmen
Date: 18 November 1998

Jazzy


At last,
you more than held my gaze 
you held my heart
as moments passed.

Words spoken 
on that misty night-
more real than
merely token.

Wanderlust 
expired
we grew tired 
as one must 

We'd waited-
yet impulsively…
our cravings' 
satiated.

Miles from you now
missing you-
wishing
that somehow

A fairytale
I keep
will linger deep 
before it fails.


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