The day was long, the the light was harsh, the road was wet, the air felt brittle.
The boy remembered, the girl called back, the heart felt empty, the past was little.
Yet when all things flash and fade away thoughts come back to you.
Yes you.
I have been faithful and never forgot, though you might have.
Not that there was anything to remember.
The past was nothing more than a dream within a dream, in which laws proved more brittle than tattered glass and I begin catch your eye.
Catch the deepest part of your heart and the hottest vessels of your blood.
The past seems so long ago, even for this man. But I cling to moments of our presence amist one another and the seconds of minutes of hours of nights we laughed and danced.
The time your name was proud among my lips and your fire draped magestically about your ears.
I am waking up from this stillness and when I do I will run back to you and when I arrive you and I will laugh and dance once more.
And there will be no more dread of heartbreak but blissful uncertainty.
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