Transiting Love
She wore that cotton dress to deal with the heat.
Double takes came often as we walked along the street.
I tried to keep up with her stroll,
She's always one step ahead of me.
At the station I paid the toll,
She took the seat with the most to see.
I would follow her anywhere,
anywhere but backwards.
She's someone to confide in with,
with even my last words.
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