I looked upon you and you were worn.
"Stay with me, here." She said, as
I woke wrapped in sunshine and regrets.
Separated by time as well as location.
"Would you recognize me?" She had asked earlier,
"Yes."
On that white leather,
while her gatekeeper whispers in her ear.
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