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Here, and not mine anymore

I see you

Sitting across from me

Awkwardly smiling out at this space

You find yourself in.


It is your space.

You are familiar with it shapes

And rhythms. Yet my presence–

Throws you off.


Do not worry.

I am here, as a friend,

now.

Not to disturb what you have.


There is nothing but… 

kindness 

and gentleness, to give

to you. 


From across the table

I pass you, fresh water and

A tender smile:

Filled with memories


Past. No longer of a 

Present moment.

Our touch will Spark

The memory; and


And it will 

Dissipate–

Through the ions, 

Into the wood.


And the sounds of laughter

Will resound Around us.

squietudine nel'immemorabile piazza

It is You