Belated

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Were you to make a foe of me
I’d slow my steps so I could see
the fear contained in gasping sips
of air too tight
and mind that slips
too easily into a fall
and when I met you
flaws and all
I’d hold a candle
to your face
then cradle you
in sweet embrace
and whisper that your
soul met mine too late.