ah time time
when out of focus stares down through the old songs
the old faces that disappear each time you turn
and glance in their direction
the aroma of each embrace spins finger-tipped
away in the slow whirlpool of the young days
surfing back down the time of places and
laughter and strides into a certain future
where the dice of love must someday throw a double six
days when acceleration was accelerating and
scene changes were coming faster than one could
caress with a loving word or two
we see them as they were from where we are
and how we wish we could go back there again
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