Progress

She made time progress.

When she walked in the room.

I began to see a future.

My future.

Her future.

Our future.

I became overcome with optimism.

In tune with imminence.

I left that moment and went to this moment.

She made time progress.

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Author of “Love Letters: A Collection of Poems” and "The Essence of Love" View all posts by The Brown Sugar Café