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So much in that look, and yet nothing—
Illuminated eyes,
Falling night shadows,
Flickering candles.
Whole lives—
Whole loves—
Static of staring.
Stolen moments,
Possibility sprung,
Given voice, whispered,
Restrained by reason,
Tethered to reality,
Passion aborted.
Who looked away?
Who settled
for nothing?
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Built-in bookshelves
Dusky lamps
Tiffany lights
Library of colonial leather
Legs extending for miles
The old smile
Twirling to Sinatra
It Had to be You
Lingering lattes
Palm fronds—ferns—
Summer
Pashmina on bare skin
Your arms
Snapping gum at the laundry
Piano keys
Brownstone gypsy love
Manhattan minutes
Forever in a blue skyscraper sky
And You.
--The things I want, I may never have.
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