We walked slowly.
Speaking to each other.
(if the empty spaces that heard could be ignored)
I liked watching your hands move
on me.
The sight being as pleasing as the touch.
For when you left
(for you wished the empty spaces to speak)
I could still fool my eyes into watching your fingers
move
through letters I stole
that spoke of love and beauty and walking together.
(only yesterday did I see they were addressed to another.)
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"Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall."
"Elle se retrouve"
She finds herself
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