two clouds like heads facing each other,
easy to miss, gazing, almost touching,
perhaps approaching for a kiss.
I watched and as I looked saw slight
movement toward each other, yes, eye
to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips,
and then they touched.
Carefully I tried to see myself and
you caught in that clasp, right there
for anyone to see and then as though
embarrassed, they merged to white
and turned away.
Now, looking up from Earth where
once were clouds, I see the sky is
blue but still I think of you and
wonder what's become of me.
Rojan Zét
I remember her...
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