How is that suddenly--
While walking the streets of Washington,
Under the great monuments of Liberty and Empire,
So much history!
You see a girl, long legs, calves like ripe peaches,
blooming from underneath her scrunched-up dress--
And nothing else matters.
A pair of emeralds peacefully gazing along the endless Potomac,
An orange visage in the dimming sunlight.
And that's it.
The bright rays of the sun shine through white sheets.
"How lovely, oh just how lovely you are" you begin to explain-- and she knows.
She understands.
An entire life, a small apartment by the sound, busy but tranquil.
The familiar sound of her keys at the door.
Her handwriting on the post-it by the refrigerator.
How her eyes glimmered as you knelt besides her, after wine.
How you knew she was the one, this very day, in Washington.
Her laughter already seems like a memory. Already, you are nostalgic,
and feel
a great longing for her.
You catch yourself looking into the darkened Potomac,
Small ripples along the river.
And you know, as you turn back to look at her, one last time,
that the moment is lost.
Due to some petty timidity acquired throughout the years,
No words are exchanged and an entire life, lost.
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