Friday, 14 January 2011

Some Thing

There was something about her
about the thoughts and their

There was something unfolding
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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