Dec 26, 2010 21:52
I reach into the darkness and my hand comes back empty.
I remember well that solstice.
I remember the fullness of the moon.
So beautiful. So bright.
The sky so cold and clear.
We put aside the past for a glimpse into the future.
We tasted the chill of the breeze,
You tasted the sand...
Your eyes sparkled with laughter.
Nothing has ever been what it seemed.
I knew it then
I fought the inevitable.
But one can only take so much reoccurring heartache.
So I moved on.
But with the winter, your memory lingers...
/moodiness
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loss,
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