Waiting On Every Sign and Signal to Know You’re Mine

Prose Poetry

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Blink, and you’re back in that moment — the careful choreography of another romance’s waltz. You bend, hands gripped together, posture keen and ready. Your feet know this dance well enough, the graceful edges to moments you’ll look back on in the years to come and wonder, “Where did all the magic go?”