you see, it was only meant 
     to be for a cup of coffee. 
But she ... 
     needed me 
          and I.. .. as always, need 
her. 
     We talked. that's all, 
        and held each other 
            desperately 
               taking what we each 
                      could,  
                         and giving.
 We cried.
 tears of stress 
     tiredness, love.. 
               shhhhhhhhhhh love... 
     mine on the inside 
     and hers soaking 
     through my shirt. 
After we'd talked 
        and were calm
           I could still smell 
                 her clinging to me. 
     
Riding home through an 
     autumn wind.
        Still part of me 
     inseperable.


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