Tucked Away
We were always the calm before a storm...
A fading rainbow as the clouds would form...
Reaching out but never really holding tight...
One would always be gone before first light...
Now just wallet size memory tucked far away...
An old picture with the sides beginning to fray..
Still when its dark and the day is done...
I can feel a breath of an angel whisper, stay don't run...
Different worlds that had to collide, we survived it
all, but were never blind...
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