Well Matched

Quiet words were uttered

On full display

Seeking promises

That would still go astray

How they tried

Circling around again

Meaning proposed

Sniffling sounds

Once more arose

Still they tried

And in the end 

Both acknowledged

Trying was their right

But piecing together 

Moonbeams in the light

Is hard work

They believed there was a way

To patch up their little tiff

Give some take some

And grow up a little bit

He reached for her hand

And held it high in the night

Summoning silent thoughts

Filling her with delight

Well matched they were

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by Bill Ferguson

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