And Love Passed Between Them

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-- L. Lacambra Ypil

There was a time when they could not reach the world.
(Time would not reach the world.)

So they walked the long streets
in search of what would not pass for time.
They waited in corners for the late bus rides.
(The months were filled with slow days.)

They were leaving their lives for the sturdier sides
of old churches. The quieter sides.
Sometimes the latch on a bag would give
and for a moment they had something to say.
(There was much to give the world if not time.)

So they held hands while they crossed streets
and they always had somewhere to go to.
And there was wind that shook the old roofs
while the new ones stood still.

And love passed between them
like a lost rumor that, given years,
would become history.

There were times when they held
what could not be theirs like gifts they could give.
There were times when they reached
the end of their days happy.