You were a million miles away
When all I had was what we had to say
It was a fine day, without knowing
No need for change or deception
Open, honest with passion
Beautiful minds true and showing
Began the knowing
We learned, grew, we verbalized
Soliciting for absent lies
Known was what went wrong before
Wanting this to be so much more
On that day, came the knowing
The first kiss the first embrace
Intently breathing each other air
Spelling words with a finger’s trace
All with no time to spare
All have led us to this place
Knowing that we longed for
The knowing
Strings could not sing what you gave to me
A well worn soul
Got its relief
Called out for release
Desired reprieve
Depleted me from
Wielding knives with
Jagged edges dulled by
The knowing
In the knowing
On reading number five thousand two hundred and thirty-four, I still love this.
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