ear-mark #13

You were the guy that got away
Till we met yet again
In the after-tremor of youth
Riding the mechanical bull
Of art & accomplishment

You had lost and lived
I had loved and lost
Before we time-traveled
Hoping we were younger lovers
With grit & glam

You are my cost of living
Chariness, Questions
Of the when & how
Are all irrelevant
To you & me

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