A walk

… and she walked. hand,
wrapped in the aged palm
of time. Her whisper crept up
his shoulder? [shiver]
“Are you slowly leading me to death?”

Coated in fear, joy and sorrow
None can see this face
“no my dear. No.
I am savouring your company.
There has never been one like it.

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