The past reaches out with mudded hands
A potter that continues to shape my day
Shifting my moods as malleable as clay
Just hearing a song transforms
Voices recall that giddy excitement
I feel again your touch on my face
The stone you brought me from your tour
We held it between us that night
The warmth we drew to ease its sea-deep coolness
Lingers still, and our laughter shines around it.
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