it was
like magic
when
our eyes met
the
loudness of life
diminished
into whispers
and I
was head over
heels
in love
but
like magic it only
happens
occasionally
never
staying long
enough
to take root
like
sycamore trees
in
deep green forests
I wish
I had bottled
that
magic potion
to
keep at my bedside
to
remember what
we
once had before
the
magic disappeared
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