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The time came to breathe,
to look back and see
how far ahead we have come
through chats, meals, and tears.

After those nebulae of fire …

The day came to camouflage
under a namesake
in case someone points at
these vows of devoted surrender.

After asking you twice …

The hour came to scribble
a new moral to fit this lunacy
and be able to tell those judges
we are Emmylou and Gram.

After funambulist gazes …

The minute came to stand
for my right to illogical admiration
fed by that so intricate magic
that pours out of your wand.

After going fishing to no avail …

The nanosecond came to shake
when a wave of your voice
perturbs my every skin cell
with the crest and trough of a hello.

After ceasing to give up on you …