(JCH -- 10/31/98)
the scars
the roads we used to ride
the secret places on our map

are still there

unchanged

but i am not me
and you are not the same you

though maybe we could

would

rediscover the flame

or create new passion
intrigue

everything fell away

when i saw you again
after the years

why
or how

i'm not sure

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