babbling and time

and there wasn’t anything else to give
not then
there was time
and that was all
we’d hold hands
look at the things that meant something
to one or both of us
and we’d talk
but even then we didn’t know what to say
hoping only that somewhere in there
amidst all of the babbling and the time
that we
each of us
understood
there was more meaning to this time
than we could possibly describe

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