Runaway Rhymes: The You and Me in Perigee (Original)
I glance back to remember still
How light those footsteps fell
And every night upon the hill
There seems, to me, a lingering smell.
The scent is sound that whispers "dear"
And yes it tastes like home,
The sound is vision all too clear;
A pale light piercing straight through the phone.
Apart as two could ever be
We circled far in fright
I miss you here, at apogee
May our stars align and reignite.
Perchance we'll play in perigee
Some distant long ago
With nothing as it seems to be
As we well know, stars reap what they sow.
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