I cared about her far too much to hate her.
Myself, I mean.
I took her hand in my other,
For Her’s was mine too.
And we held each other.
Only my two hands could know what one another was going through.
Steadily Growing old.
Bodies getting big.
Tall, too.
Like trees.
with leaves,
and losing them.

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    a beautiful poem.

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