Encounter

poem

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Enough of all the things we were

and could have been;

Speculation is hell,

to present heaven –

In truth, we could have been anything we pleased

to ourselves and one another,

untroubled, eased

by lack of recollection.

Let my face belie me, prove me untrue,

I love you

And all the charm that years could take away

is present in your hand and eye.

If we ever were unkind

to one another, forget it.

Remember, time past can only lie

if you let it.