’til another life

your hands in mine,
my tears on your cheek,
as you walk away –
not a glance back –
the space between us
growing, growing, growing

but your family duties call
and i have a debt to public to fulfill
so i will see you tomorrow
in your suit as you marry another person
and i will bury myself in public works
while gracing newspapers.

but i will wait,
’til another life,
to see you again
and feel your lips on mine.

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