The slow bend of reconciliation
sidles in through the side door
two hands touching on the shopping cart
your elbow grazing mine in a stuffy cafe
a stolen glance at your eyelashes fluttering while you read
the first smile
the first hand hold
all over again, and somehow
more radiant,
a ream of sorrow and sadness
eradicated by a mysterious shining of
us, again
we, again.
So this is love,
ba da da dum,
so this is love.
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