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Here's to the passing
Of easy gestures
The cool amassing
Of substitute figures
In my place.
I remember
Our very first night,
The flying embers,
The sparkling lights
The mystical imprint of your face.
Now we're trading
Hooks and jibes,
Our summer fading
With love besides;
It never would have worked.
I was the flower,
You the pollen,
I danced in the showers
You lay prone and fallen
Whenever you were irked
Now with your hints
You've made me pay
In our stints
Of toying play.
We'd both trifle in the little game we'd play.
And dash the heat
And the times it served
And our fine feats
Into the yesterday we deserved
To have thrown away
When we twiddled our digits
And said it would last
This way, setting our limits
Rejecting our past
Defining our day.