Rain on the windshield

Are we
chasing when we don’t know what’s next?

Tell me
if I
ever get close enough to ask.

The terrors
of not knowing have passed,
has slipped by again.

And we stretch like…
…late autumn skies-

And we take
our time
finding touch
needing yours to settle in mine.

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