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Years pass as the two adventurers walk,
Each following separate trails
For a short time they'd walked together
sharing thoughts and promises
of what could be
Their hands and tongues often entwined
as their bodies shared
each other's hunger
The time together all too quickly passed
Choices made carrying the travelers
on different paths
Occasionally, when the trails wound
along the cliffs,
The two would see each other across
the precipice.
They smiled and talked of the present
Careful to avoid talk of the mutual walk
long ago
One day, ahead, a point appears
where the chasm walls narrow
A small swinging bridge spans the gorge
with room for only one to cross.
Lying at the foot of the bridge
a widened area on the trail
A perfect place for the sojourners to rest.
Beyond the bridge, the valley widens
taking the travelers in diverse directions.
As far as the eye can see,
no bridges appear,
Only two narrow paths
with occasional tributaries
taking the two farther away.
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Upon arriving, the aging traveler
watches her approach,
Memories flood his senses
Her face changed ever so slightly
by the passing years.
Her blond hair blowing in the breeze,
bleached further by the bright sun
He hesitantly extends his hand
bidding her to cross one more time
To share life together for a few moments
before the journeys continue
His eyes tell her the story
of his desires and wishes.
His lips softly speak the words,
Please my love, one more time,
let us be together as one.
When we wake in the morning,
we can continue our journeys.
But the road will be less hard
knowing we have shared again
a brief moment of love.
Her eyes meet his for only a moment,
and she soundlessly walks on
He watches her round the corner,
barely able to see,
knowing the moment
has forever passed.
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