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The better half of two minutes. 
Pair up, speak fondly. 
Speak of someone who occupies every space you ever did. 
Copy and paste. 
A resistant pair. 

Playground Tales.
A primary crush. Carried in gingham. 
Learning what secrets are. 
Betrayal to let it leave the tarmac. 
Foreshadow on foundational heartache.
A forgotten name in present day. 
A forgotten candy that melted in the laundry. 

Go first, 
in front of me,
please.  

Playground Tales.
Of made up stories, just before tarmac breaks.
A lie about tadpoles, somewhere in the green.
Maybe frogs. 
Embarrassment seems something as unforgivable as a spoilt crush.
A resistant pair.

Now somewhere after adolescence. In concrete away from home. 
On the edge of a table. Born familiarity sought, safety, knowing finds you.
In halls, over dust it finds your other half. October steals and splits. 
Quietly, easily, unnoticed. Both whole now. Maybe. More than before, presumably. 
Past twenty four more seasons. 
One failed love. One fighting. 
A resistant split. Notice of reunion. Past distaste for pairing and a difficulty in duality. 

A harsh exchange of broken partnership, wound round a staircase conversation. 
Quietly, easily, notably returning as two. 
Both whole. 
An absence of resistance. 
The better half of me. 
The better half of two minutes. 
Born in shadow into your footsteps. 
Half a size too big. 
With comfort to grow.

Wait first, 
walk with me, 
please.  
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