as time goes by

it was supposed to be magic, except that she had never heard
of as time goes by, and magic has been in short supply lately.
so, as i walked her home, i let myself draw an imaginary line
through the merak and dubhe in search of my gone astray days.
but sometimes i wonder: am i an incurable romantic, or do i just
have too much spare time?

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