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Remember when we used to think that the time never waited?
Right now it stands still - and we, we stand like two marble statues
Just watching from the sidelines how the world goes by
Your hair's now white - still curly, soft, ruffled in the back by the light gusts of wind
And I have a bald spot on the top of my head
Where you like to press soft kisses
And I don't mind
Your left hand is held safely in my right
The gold band on your ring finger a hard contrast against my soft palm
"It's spring," you say
And I smile, because your eyes hold in them all the colours of the upcoming summer