And I remember,
The soft crisps of dried leaves,
Scattered on the pavement.
The chills of winds that blew north.
The shaking hands…
& sincerity.
I remember..
The warmth and comfort.
The soft graze of sweet gestures.
Of brushing those wrinkles of your shirt.
I remember it all.
I remember why we fall.
Into place.
Like lace coaelacing the thread that weaves in between spaces.
I remember the courage.
That took us to that state.
I remember… Now.
I wish I didn’t.
Cause it also reminded me of how we fell.
Apart.
~S.H.~
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