Taken

I had a moment of melting back into my past

and that echo that came

from this old friends face

followed her smile to my own.

It rested in the air between us

like there was a chance

that we might come together at last

and all these years could be something more,

or at least anything else

other than a last confusion

built on tattered assumptions

that convinced us

there was something else going on.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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