Strangers

How far we've come, since those early days. 
When we sat beneath the stars, and the 
breeze fell on my shoulder like moonbeams 
in the dark. But this was our first year 
together, and the stars, really the
candles you'd lit so as I could read 
you snippets from my book, and the breeze, 
your breath that swayed upon my neck.
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How far we've come, since those early days. 
Silently, over giant rocks as 
we rambled through the desert, wiping 
the sweat from our brows, in an endless 
search for water. But this was our third 
year together, and no water could 
we find, but those giant rocks, really 
the grains of coffee that had somehow 
made their way onto the dessert spoon. 
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How far we've come, since those early days.
Over hills, valleys and endless fields 
of apple and pear trees, taking bites 
from each as we went along. But this 
was our eighth year together, and those 
endless fields, really the table cloth, 
the apple and pear trees, really the 
bowl of fruit that lingered between us. 
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How far we've come, since those early days. 
Sunlight rests upon us as we sit 
to breakfast. But this is our tenth year 
together, I find that the sunlight 
is really layers upon layers 
of ice, as we stumble in arctic 
wastes, and as I look further, I find 
you have disappeared into them. 
I think to myself, how far I've come.

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a really interesting concept ...you stanza's flowed well..I think that there is a cynical tone to what would otherwise seem like a melancholgy piece...loved it