Slowly she let the camera
come away from her face.
The wind blew her hair
slowly away from her face.
She held his hand in her own
And tried to summon up the bravery
That all of us need.
She had taken the picture
And now it was time for him to go.
He backed away, slowly,
tearing his eyes away from her face.
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