Middle ground

First time I kissed you
By accident, on cheek
I whispered, "see you soon"
Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge
- once where we met -
Time and again
To cool my thoughts.

Last time we hugged
It was all you
A friendly pat around broad shoulders
As I stooped down
Like a medal winner
Empty handed

I could not throw my arms around
. It was orchestrated by another
.. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton
... I knew it would be the last.

Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.

While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
Iron Pot Lighthouse, Cape Blessington, Bruny Island in the distance.

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