At the corner of the wall, she stood
And listened to the tales he told
Full of truths and half-truths.
She laughed and raised
Her right hand to her mouth
Stifling more, saving them for another time.
When the show was over
And the audience had left,
She entered like a shy autograph hunter
Creeping behind him and clearing her throat.
He didn't turn, just raised his hands and took hers.
And there they stood, aging as time weathered them.
Smiles on both of their faces.
Looking back at better times and stories still to come.
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