January to Sunday

We hold hands,

We tie knots around our fingers to never forget.

We walk through city and country.

We don’t have many thoughts.

Our minds become silent, restful through our barriers.

We see landscapes disappear then reappear.

We never forget the ties around our fingers.

We seek shelter from the sun and dance in the rain.

We laugh at the correct time, then curl up in our beds when it is time.

We still hold hands, smooth skin against one another,

Still with ties around our fingers to never forget.

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