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The quiet moments underneath

The morning light on sleeping streets

Between the walls of cheaply rented rooms

When I am preparing

All the things I mean to do

And you are in the bedroom

Or else sitting in a chair

A million miles away in thought

And I, the same the other way

Just like goldfish

In a second story bowl

We glide past one another

Unobtrusive or unspeaking

Swimming little rings around our rooms

We could be strangers if it were not

For our intertwining lives

Like loving vines

Wrapped around each other

To become a single living maze

In these quiet moments

Between the cups of coffee

And sheets of shopping lists

Between the schedules and checkbooks

And all the doings of a day

In the moments

Between the fray

When we neither have to say

In those quiet moments, know

I love you best.

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