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Soft, shy waves,

collide with clouds and sky,

meeting at midnight,

stars sleep silently,

above us.

I remember love,

how it lay in wait,

around every corner,

to capture me,

enraptured and evolving.


as always,

I revolved around romantic revolutions,

knowing you would bring nothing but trouble,

but knowing I had no real choice.

Last summer,

you called to say you quit drinking,

desperate to see life,

a little lighter.

I became your nectar,

I remember,

Westminster Bridge,

where we were so optimistic,

about the obstacles still to come,

that anxious excitement,

could be somewhere,

at the bottom of the bottle,

but we decided never to find out.

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