II. Remnants Leaves alight with flame from dying rays split by rocky silhouettes. Another world nestled amongst clouds, guided by a one-way road. Wind whips through our hair as unfamiliar music shouts and you laugh without reservation. I’m holding on to beautiful moments, Cupping them gently like water liable to leak away, Anticipating the physical presence fading, The warm, familiar body walking away Or growing cold eventually. I brace myself for being left With only my handful of memories. Take pictures, record voices. Cling to them desperately, quietly. One day, this is all that you will have left of these […]
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