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it began
with a push and a pull

a hit and a miss
finally a kiss that 
didn’t end up being the last
though such was promised.

one
two 
three
37 kisses later
tables turn as the coins
flipped
need overtook 
want while
love faded away
with less moments 
more meets and eyes
and talks and greets. 

the build up to the
end built on
the foundation of
split hairs 
threadbare.

warmth dripping away
hands slipping from 
numb necks bitten
sore toes
from walking in circles
twice one way 
once the other 
both missing each other 
at the turn to the forest
fire searching for water
to fuel chapped lips
searching for a new balm
new feet to drag along with.