Question Time

Holding each other…

that final embrace.

Silently…

lest words force us

apart.
Thoughts…

trespassing in

the afterglow;

reaching out…

releasing us.
Returning separately,

questioning feelings;

that moments ago,

required only

trust.
When love grows cold,

you just can’t

make

it.

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