This is the
story that I have always wanted to write, the story of you and me, not just the
pain of parting and break-up, but the sunshine and laughter and a few moments
that remain clear like the bright blue sky above me on this beautiful day,
unusual blue that stands out with little wisps of cotton clouds. What all fears
did we hold out in the palm of our hands that when we reached and spoke with
our hands held together, the fears spoke aloud and we could not stop the hands
from finding and fighting the fears by melting into each other but time came
and took it all away and our love was not writ in stars, but only in water, our
love was written in only in water. Yet the love that hands founds and the body
vaguely remembers could not remain in the sudden tides that took us apart. We
wave desperate, deaf and blind, on either shore, having burnt boats and with
tears, shout to each other, helpless.
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