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Call to mind affection, love, remember memories. I know this is it: the love that I held onto so insistently that its eventual consequence was my slick palms, slick with happiness that finally I had grasped what it was meant to be. I had love; I held it to my chest, forced it to feel the consistency of my beating heart. I held onto it and it to me, oh, sweet love, not wanting to let go, unending passion. In retrospect, I regret not realizing that I was standing so close to the start of a labyrinth called “missing love”, and though there are many ways out, it is still more than possible to get lost somewhere in the middle
In a gray area marked with a sign that says “the glue is gone, so that you and I will never be one again.” But I still tried to hold onto it, because inside somewhere I thought there would be a clearer picture of us someday, and it was too early to let it fly away. But you slipped out of my slippery palm. I held you too close, and my view was blocked by longing; I only saw love. And I didn’t notice you falling. And when I blinked-- it was my fault for closing my eyes that long--out of my slippery palm you fell into the bitter labyrinth. And so, from up above, my view was clear, and I could see that you scratched “I have a lost love” into the gray earth. And staring at my smooth palm, oh bittersweet palm of forever love, I tried to say “love is only lost if you let it out of your sight, hold onto it, it means something...don't let it fall apart” and I blew you a kiss. I think you caught it, for I saw you close your beautiful fingers into a fist, and close your eyes, and what I remember now is that the words scratched in the earth started to wash away under your tears, and the memory-paste was further erased with the breeze. Oh, lovely, I know that it will forever be. Remember reminders of destiny everlasting: tears redden my cheeks and they burn as the wind rushes by.
In a gray area marked with a sign that says “the glue is gone, so that you and I will never be one again.” But I still tried to hold onto it, because inside somewhere I thought there would be a clearer picture of us someday, and it was too early to let it fly away. But you slipped out of my slippery palm. I held you too close, and my view was blocked by longing; I only saw love. And I didn’t notice you falling. And when I blinked-- it was my fault for closing my eyes that long--out of my slippery palm you fell into the bitter labyrinth. And so, from up above, my view was clear, and I could see that you scratched “I have a lost love” into the gray earth. And staring at my smooth palm, oh bittersweet palm of forever love, I tried to say “love is only lost if you let it out of your sight, hold onto it, it means something...don't let it fall apart” and I blew you a kiss. I think you caught it, for I saw you close your beautiful fingers into a fist, and close your eyes, and what I remember now is that the words scratched in the earth started to wash away under your tears, and the memory-paste was further erased with the breeze. Oh, lovely, I know that it will forever be. Remember reminders of destiny everlasting: tears redden my cheeks and they burn as the wind rushes by.