Between Goodbye

A Poem by Vertigo

We all debate it...but there is nothing more true
than the sound and the waves and the motion
of how we meet between goodbyes
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Time can hold us so still
And I would dream at 16
...I could fly

As I reach my hand for that familiar grasp
Compromising each sun between us
Like love
I can feel the sun
And know your glance and remember...