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Blurs of smeared red and orange streak harshly across the sky surrounding her,
surrounding us.
Maybe, on another day, in another scenario, in another life,
This invasive warmth would feel as welcoming and as soft as it did back then,
The fond memories flood my brain,
Of when I swore with my hand to my heart that I would listen to her, be here for her, and wait for her, forever if I had to.
If she was willing to let me in.
I think back to the nights of back and forths, the infuriating bickering that left us both awake long into the deep, inevitable reticence of the night.
Still, there were the equally important silences we shared, the ways in which we didn't have to speak to stay connected; just the ability to be captivated in one another's presence was enough.
It was naive of me to think I could entertain such a childish perspective,
Tender words I’d practised catch in my throat as I watch her leave, so many words go unsaid between the sharp, fragile steps she takes away from me and the overwhelming silence, till I can no longer see her shaking frame in the distance.
And on my sleeve, my heart shatters.