Us
You spoke the words
a time glass tilted to the side
I wanted to be partners
You wanted the wind next to your sails
I wanted the picket fence
vegetable garden and prayer
You wanted the Taj Mahal
curry and avoidance
I became me
You became you
We are not us
just the passing
of once more than friends
into strangers
like faraway thunder
Ryfkah 4/2/02
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