And we walked--
Cold, she curled 'neath my
Greedy shoulder.
Stealing heat, holding
Close her shivering shell
I hoarded moments, precious
Jewels in my memory's vault
Against the time I knew
Would come, when once more
I'd wander solitary the
So-solid paths of our
Temporary shelter.
And we walked as ancient
Ghosts our days together, over
And over and over again,
Setting firm a map that
We knew we'd only burn having
Already learned that love,
Perfect and impermanent,
No hubris would insure.
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