There was something about her
about the thoughts and their
articulation
There was something unfolding
always
in the conversation between us
Picked up and continued
despite the distances between
each moment borrowed from time
There was there was there
was there something about her
that couldn't be articulated
Something about the us
that we became
in conversation now and again
That made both of us bigger
than we had ever been alone
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