Soul-like, something slips from my grasp and goes to you. A promise? A sigh? A question?
Something--a word, a phrase. I cannot quite be sure. With you, I never am.
How suddenly, surprisingly sad, the word parallel.
Step forward. Retreat. What dance is this, what chase, game, subterfuge?
We were walking along a tree-lined path. We were looking at the sea. We were tracing the stars with our eyes.
We were. We were. I run my fingers along these words--the texture, painful, scratching my skin.
Something in me reaches out to touch you and I draw back, empty-handed.
This, I understand: I am lost in a loss of my own making.
You reached out. Why did you draw back? Now we are both empty handed. Your loss is now my loss. This was no game to me. I saw you step forward yet I did not know the way to go. Now I lay here, a future in tatters. A future that would have covered those years of pain and torment. Oh yes, I now feel the loss. What have you done to my mind and heart in only a breath of time. I think therefore, would I have changed anything? No! This must be how it ends. It must be. No! I would change the end. She says, "Something in me reaches out to touch you and I start to draw back when he takes my hand". Yes, and I will not let her go.
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DeleteHmmm...what have you done to my mind and my heart...
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