I hold an empty envelope
In your splendorous reflection is she.
Finely woven fibres
Growing in dark corners
Of the mind
Delicately intricate strands
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And we met. After a long time.
And we hugged hesitantly. Melting into a warm embrace.
And we drank. Not so much, actually.
And we talked. Quite a bit, actually.
And the hours flew by. As time does.
And we parted. Going our own way.