“_memories_wrapped in the splendor of sunlight'
'a quietness left behind'
as separate tomorrows were stretched out before them
the “thoughts and dreams” left in her mind
were set to a musical score, like the movies
he - bogart to her lauren bacall
only the train whistle blowing departure
was lacking to finish it all
so gathering yesterdays into a satchel
stories as if from a book
they’d started together ~ no happily afters
still turning around ~ one last look
confirmed that there’d been something there that had vanished
but other things that ~ never would ~
so much in those last exchanged glances of silence
that both without words understood.
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