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 I can remember walking somewhere—

Very likely, it was at work, as I am hardly anywhere else while out in the world—

And seeing two men. A couple. 

I could not have known what one was saying to the other, for

(As always)

They were far from me. 

But, as I watched, one reached out with his left hand

And, lovingly, ran it round his partner’s back in serial, small ellipses. 

All the reassurance, comfort, a being could need

In this swiftly-darkening world.