when she flies by
on the merry go round.
with the music playing,
riding a white horse
with a silver mane,
waving like a happy child,
all smiles and hair,
the glow of her
spinning by, you
suddenly realize
the nature
of your relationship,
and despite wanting
more, for now,
it's fine.
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