Camden
They sat for a while
by the canal in Camden
and considered quietly
their first altercation,
in person that is
having gone quiet at times
in phone coversations.
A hand reached out
seeking contact with another
and they forgot what was wrong
watching the boats drift past.
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I love this poem…breathtakingly beautiful.
Thank you, that’s very kind.
Excellent poem. Very impressive.