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By Echolocation Date: 2014 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2014.03.06.22.52.2605]] |
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The day we met I cannot now recall; So many things were new to me that year. It was August, September, early fall, Had I known, I’d have been less cavalier About my memories; I’d have fixed in mind What you wore, your look, the first words you spoke. So much of what came later hid behind Friendship, light words, the careful mask of joke. When the first time our hands touched, do you know? First time I broke, you lent your strength to mine? The first time we loved – ah, that I know! – But so many others are lost in time. Had I known then that there would be a last I’d have marked all the firsts and held them fast. |