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Old water
in an old park
on an old dock
I discovered something
new.
It was you,
the person who had always
been there,
who had
never left.
You were an ancient fixture,
a permanent
piece
of my existence
until
I discovered a
new you
that day
on the old dock
by that old water
in that old park.
Your fingers touched my
knee,
your heat seeping through
my skin.
One blink–you were the old you.
Next blink–you were a stranger,
each moment brand
new,
fresh,
and far too few.
The feeling was foreign,
you were only a friend.
Until hot breath from your
lips
transformed
my eyes,
new visions,
new lives
stretched out in front.
I could see a new path
with you by my side.
If only that newness
would last.
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