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Of Lost Years
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Romance - Passion It's been over twenty years since that
first day I really noticed you.
At the Christmas party, you were
elected to sing "Rudolph"
from the table top at that little
restaurant at Ybor.
We worked side by side, through
years of paperwork, depositions, and
trial prep. We argued
strategy and compared notes.
Once we worked all night, and
had coffee at 4 a.m.
Your marriage ended
in September, last year.
I went into your office
to offer my condolences.
You smiled.
"Where have you been all my life?"
We drank to lost years.
At last, we released
pinstriped emotions;
lovers frightened
by our own confessions.
