across the field,
where a ragged fence
juts brown
against
golden brush, I remember
our kiss, our hands
together
and the sun
about to fall, the moon
about to rise.
everything still,
and unchangeable.
but it's gone now.
and the memory
makes me ache
for you,
for me,
for what we had
for such a brief
moment in time.
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