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We were supposed to be together … remember?

As though a dewdrop sits on a pink rose petal in the spring morning.

We were going to last forever … remember?

Permanent as the growth that saturates the soul following a week of cool rain.

We met in and lived through the spring ...

but summer never came.

Fall never approached us, either,

we lived in hibernation.

You helped me throw our plans away;

those which lived as strongly as the chilly morning air.

It felt deathly real until the sun broke the cold right there.

~

Posted Mar 29, 2018, 2:52 PM UTC

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