Each scene, present slipped by
Two, in and out of
Enamoured of the other's
Effusive moves, ways
A classic, vintage look
Is it to take on;
Canvassed as 'twere; framing
Pleasure's bygone days?
In that place, in a mind
Such are stored away;
A back room's, wall-peeling
And cobwebbed-over.
Highly appraised, hangs in
Retrospective light
Or not so high, then of
Widow, widower?
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