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[tectak]

This was fun to consider who the "we" were. I've settled on a mirror, so far.

Lounge suit, smart tie, and polished shoes...easy on cologne.
We look in to each other's eyes...I say how fine you look tonight;
you say how elegant I stand, No one I know would say "How elegant you stand", it seems to be for the rhyme, but I enjoyed the rhyme.
then brush a silver wayward strand,
a detail I would not have known, This line is hard for me to reconcile, but seems to be where the poem hangs, it interests me.
then tears appear and mist my sight
and all at once I am alone...

tectak2014

Part of a longer piece from 2001

Hi ella,
I posted this raw and uncooked...it had gone cold anyway. Thanks for your calls...I have incorporated. Thre may be some mileage in it, but it is from a rather a long dirge that emphasises how our memories lock on to details.
I will consider.
Best and thanks as always,
tectak