THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

Zachary Gaskill

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Love’s Ouroboros 

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I would suspend you in time,
While I move forward,
Just, to get over you.
Then, come back for you,
Walk hand and hand,
Into the future.
Just to leave you,
Leave you there.
As I regress into the past,
To put my feet in our footprints,
And walk them again,
To catch back up.
To where we were,
Where we are.
Just to trap you in my arms,
While I let go.
Never to look back,
As I stare into your eyes.

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