And so I go,
with a wave and a hesitant glance.
It would be so nice to go alone.
It would be so nice to go with you.
And I am caught
with indecision at my back.
Never one to just leave
and go on a whim,
I second-guess my need to walk away
from you.
I reconsider my need to stay.
And for a moment,
fleeting but true,
my mind runs back to you.
My hair hurries to follow, and it
catches
in the wind;
I am wrapped in your arms
like we are meant to be.
Here is where the danger lies.
For the past is glossed,
and I will miss you
far greater than I ever
loved you.
And so we part.
And I am left with
nothing less than
regret,
and memories
far sweeter than any of
your kisses.
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