An automaton and zombie, I shambled from bedroom to bedroom. Every squelched stop an exercise in drinking finite sibilance. I was cleft in twain from wounds long-forgotten. Inflicted from an unknown assailant at an age too young for me to know better.
Then she found me. Or I her.
Perhaps we found each other.
"Don't go", she would whisper wordlessly. "Stay here, with me."
The mantra spoken so very softly by her celestial touch. Never accusatory, never forceful. Just Simple, shimmering repose. Her mute words pinioned my mind down with feathery frequency.
And so I stayed.
In those infinite moments, she owned a piece of me that no one has. Every time we would meet, a distant sun burned twice as bright in some cold and nameless galaxy within us. I wept tears of internal exaltation at the sheer miraculousness.
She was my reflection of passion in a mirror of bordered lines. Deliverance, grown and nurtured into marigold apotheosis. A measure of perfection, so rare and precious in this singular and linear life.
Irreplaceable.
10:10 p.m. - 2014-12-09
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