As I stared at the sky, morning faded into noon, noon to dusk and dusk to night. Among the clouds I could see your face. Your smile, your dimples....your eyes...abysses that I once lost myself in. Memories of the times when I knew we were inseperable...when we could not fathom where one of us began and the other ended whirled around.
Our first meeting, I remember so well...you coaxed me out of my fortress, where I was caught in a web of comfortable complacence woven by the crowd that I knew so well, pulled me away from it all and made me fly with you....
Your silken tresses , your deep brown eyes, your ready smile. The way you looked so beautiful no matter what you did...the way even in silence so much could be told when you were with me...
The day we both foresaw came and went. We both chose to go on our seperate paths as the fleeting moments we had together could not compensate for the time we were not with each other...because letters and phone calls were just not the same...
Yet, even now, as I walk down the road of memories when I find the time, when the wind sways the trees that surround me, I hear whispers of your name.
I will never regret any of the time we had together. It was worth the pain. You taught me how to fly...
2 comments:
I didn't think you had the mushiness in you. I like this work.
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Whoa! seriously..whos the subject??!! cuz thats reeallly nice!
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