time SHE TAKES HIM FLOWERS EVERY FORTNIGHT,
PUT'S THEM DOWN IN THE QUIET PLACE
WHILE HER HEART ACHES
AND HER MIND LISTENS FOR HIS VOICE
SLIPPING OVER THE BRIDGES OF TIME
AS HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER
AND RUFFLES HER HAIR.
SHE TELL'S HIM STORIES EVERY FORTNIGHT
ABOUT HOW THEY'RE DOING;
THE KIDS AND ALL THOSE NORMAL THINGS
AND THE JOY AND PAIN OF LIVING
THAT NEVER GOES AWAY.....
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