Lie to me, I said.
I can't handle your truth,
the bleak expression I spy
beneath the cracks,
the places where your mask wore thin.
There were moments,
fleeting seconds
that slipped through my fingers
like a cool mountain stream:
headed elsewhere, giving only a passing nod,
but they were mine and I surrendered them.
Now you're gone.
You and your dancing feet
have danced out of reach,
and all I want to say is,
"I love you."
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