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Together we turned from the path and pursued to follow the rising sun.
Arriving at a cliffside, we noted: The golden rays stretched themselves across the void:
Through a dark mist, and the view beyond was concealed.
I closed my eyes and jumped, confident that I could still feel your hand in mine.
We had made it.
A new land lay under my feet, and a landscape of unfamiliar terrain.
I turned to consult you with a glance, and realised
The hand I felt was not yours, but lay within my mind - a memory
Of all the times it lay there.
For days I did not move from the edge-
Dismayed, but yet I believed you would come for me.
Finally the last hope sunk below the horizon with the setting sun.
I resolved to rest, and gather my strength - for now the journey was mine, not ours.
Since then I've remembered you, seen you and felt you places that you were not.
I still follow the sun, as we planned to all those days ago.
You are a ghost that haunts the lonely places of my mind,
An echo from times lost that travels forward, with me.