The air stings my face slightly.
The wind is biting.
The sun shines, but it's warmth cannot keep up with us.
You stand off in the distance.
Wreathed in a glow that seems to emanate from deep inside you.
Blond locks whip around, in disarray and yet every movement, another
act of sheer brilliance.
I want to come close to you.
To whisper in your ear,
"This is who I was before I met you."
~blurs of joy
a deep fog settles in my mind
swallows up these long, long roads
and tree branches that look like spiders
ravens flocking in between them
I turn corners to find you
there
trembling shadow on the ground
all misshapen hands and dark eyes
laughter that sounds secondhand
you blink at me
I brush a lock of hair behind your ear
and I whisper:
"This was who I was before I met you."
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