11th August 2010
It’s only one that I remember, you are not forgotten, though… my dear. I want you to stay, your promises kept, locked, you nodding your head, telling me that everything will be okay. I have to hear the voice that told me, the same voice, that voice that told me the truth.
Your hand upon my face, brushing the twine-like hair; the veil it was creating in front of my eyes, myself, hiding, hidden, no matter how many truths you discovered; your hands, my spine, and fingers intertwined -
If you’re okay, let go.
A smile, a tear in the eye, one last goodbye, then we walk, though close together as the sun sets.