She said
It’s just up ahead
keep coming!
then
she was gone
around the turn
a chorus of voices
faint but not
far away
more like color
than sound
paints a mist
I cannot gather
how quiet
her exit
all form
is shattered
how delicate
the ties that bind
how quickly before
we can say
the kiss
lingered
© Chagall 2013
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