Lift your hands to this oncoming wind. Let it pass through these finger tips and over your soul. Leave me with arms stretched and eyes wide open, leave me with that dry taste in my mouth from my hesitance. Don't let go of this tide, let it pierce my being and wash away the shell that used to be, let it flake off into this sea of dependency and run away like the night disappears into the day. Leave me standing here, fidgeting over what might be, not the reckoning of what we used to know. Let those ghost go, scream out the past to make breath for our future and hold me tightly in it.


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This moment I know it's changed, the things that were have slipped off into the wind and are gone, seemingly, forever. But your lips, your touch, the words and the pain and the hope we shared, that will be what stays. It will linger in my heart indefinitely.


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