November 11, 2008
She’s a woman in full, he thinks with a smile
She balances the park bench with a tomboy’s walk
That’s a sexy scarf, she yells from a distance
And there’s an exchange that crackles the air
They both grin like old times, and as always there’s hope
But she steps down, and it’s time for the talk, they both know

She matches his pace, they’re both in the know
She’s read his letters with hardly a smile
The season couldn’t last as long as her hope
And her confession is her attempt at a dancer’s walk
But she can’t really change, and they stare at empty air
Each day that passes strengthens their distance

But in quiet desperation, their hands have no distance
And it’s all desperation, now that they both know
Their palms shake, but touch, and they both exhale warm air
Remembering, they shake their heads and smile
The apology begs from his melon eyes as they walk
But now more than ever she mustn’t have hope

They buried their hearts in the sand, David

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