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The Ways We've Yet To Go
In the tepid evening air, he stares
Through the words that have just been shared.
And she too sits and thinks alone
Of how they'll be here onward.
For the love of one and two to be
Need not carry out symphonically.
Her life will be much more than he,
And he will be his own.
The lives that we pray we lead
Will sooner or later unfold.
But perhaps they won't always be
In the ways that we had told.
But for now, we can only sit unknowing,
On this day we won't remember.
And be numb to the course we've set upon
In a love so frought and tender.
