--
We were holding hands,
walking-
feeling the sand between our toes,
the waves-
helping our silence.
Our pasts-
were coming back;
infringing,
threatening,
changing what we had.
I felt your hand tighten.
I ran-
splashing water,
you; close behind-
picked me up and spun me around;
darkness twirled around me.
I pushed my thoughts
into that nothingness,
and our laughter
rhymed with the waves.
You put me down
and touched my smile.
Standing by the sea-
we hugged-
looking into the night.
We hugged-
under a new moon.
The past can wait.
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