Resurrection by Lydia Shu
We pass a creed
We leave the room
We take a walk
We pace pace pace
Our eyes never meet
Our dark thoughts loom
Our feet never halt
Our minds race race race
You reach out your hand
You edge a little closer
You turn ever so slightly
You steal a glance at me
I trip in the sand
I am shy but now surer
I ought not be flighty
I think this is meant to be
We let our fingers meet
We are none of us taking the lead
We just go along the path
We foresee no aftermath
We know no jinx
We feel good and linked
We now know we never dwindled
We are rekindled
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