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Ten minutes past

Ten minutes past.
I know I’m late.
I let him know I’m here.
He makes me wait.
 
From a distance I pretend
I’m reading,
so he can’t notice
I see him,
he is walking towards where I stand.
The only viable at my hand
is his
striding, like the shadow of the wind
fleeting, warmth like that of sunshine.
 
He smiles “hello”.
My heart’s pace’s risen to tempo.
“It’s been a while.”
“A while indeed.”
 
Silence…
He smiles. I notice,
his hair? An angel’s length.
No.
His face, his height, his voice?
The same.
Something different,
his name
finally reveals it’s meaning.
 
He is someone else, he radiates
the light that I crave. He emanates
purity.
He says something.
Envy,
then fills my body entirely.
Switch off.
No time for that emotional state.
A nervous laugh will disintegrate
hostility.
Switch on.
“It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you again too.”
 
Ten minutes past.
It’s getting late.
“I know a place near here.”
We leave to wait.

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