golden dewdrops

her voice
sounded much the same as i remembered
back in a month where quiet war
raged in our fingertips as we held each other last
three years ago
like hesitant, golden dew
it washed over me
remembering moments as bittersweet
but still grateful
to greet my own with promises
of more dawns to come

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