Eden Undone
I kept the hour, yet let the moment stray,
as though all time had bowed and missed its seam;
what failed to be grew sacred by delay,
and even loss proclaimed it held my dream;
So absence whispered my name, then turned to clay,
and left me luminous with what I may not claim.
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