Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?
— “Clocks” by Coldplay
And I’m there
in the shadows of the sun, the humid
air curling the hair on the nape of my neck,
your hands curled around my waist as
the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles.
Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly
never to be played the same way again.
Was it part of the cure?
The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy?
Maybe the disease is only resting in our cells, waiting
for a trigger.
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