Monday, 25 July 2016

The clock ticked

I watched the leaves move across the brick. My soul was quiet, peaceful. The clock ticked, each slow second a moment away from when he last was here.

If I leaned back far enough….we were still together. My mouth could feel the softness of his lips. His hands tangled in my hair. His breath on my face. I closed my eyes. The memory, so real, he never really left. 

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