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wait 
he winks. she takes 
his hand, raises 
it to her lips, 
kisses the palm 
and smiles up at him. 
they walk. and for all 
that words are what 
drew them together, 
they find no need 
to talk. 
so long they waited 
to touch, 
she thought they 
never would. he 
was right. they do. 
their love is strong 
and wild, gentle yet 
somehow insane, 
just as are 
the two of them. 
every moment is 
precious beyond words, 
for her hair is dark and 
barely shot with silver, 
while his 
is silver, barely shot 
with dark. there is 
nearly a generation 
to separate them. 
their psyches collided 
in an emotional storm 
neither expected, 
late in her life, much later 
in his and their minds 
melded. 
he squeezes her hand 
and causes her breath 
to catch. he does that 
to her, every time 
and again. 
she struggles 
to hold back 
the tears, 
turns and says, 
‘my darling, 
if only 
you could wait for me.’ 
©tlp 2010