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The moments slowly returned
bringing back with them
the reality that 
time is of the essence
and the time of our essence
has come and gone.

we were no longer all alone
joined once again by the moments returning
(and interrupted by time)
as they sauntered in 
and surreptitiously slipped back into place
gently slipping us our cue
to undue
what the fleeing cover of the night 
has done.

our conversations have drawn their conclusions
our senses satiated
our tea turned cold
the futon no longer a welcoming comfort
and the fireplace’s kindling
no longer willing to kindle our moments.

so as the fireplace yawns 
slowing stretching
and shifting itself at ease
preparing to retire for the evening
its waning glow and warmth
signlas my awakening 
and my dream to end…