If you must ever go,
enter my life gently. Transcendant
forever.
Crossing walls,
wishing they weren’t real.
Weren’t felt by us.
Our friendship.
Sometimes I wish
I didn’t know.
If it wasn’t ours,
it could never end;
never begin.
Beautiful, while fleeting
but
terrifying while uninsured.
Have I graced you
as you have me?
The delicate love of your soul.
Has it ever existed before?
Between us, I can guarantee
little, but I promise
this love is authentically mine.
So if you must ever come,
go gently. Like the waves.
Always,
Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.
Hazel J. Hall 
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