Letting Go

I dreamt I saw you.
Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my
imagination.
And I caught the moment
stilled in shock
and
held on to it.
I held it
and
the past held
for another moment,
our past,
and then I freed it
let it go
to fly
away
like a bird,
as if you
were a bird.

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