This is all I have left to give. Standing tall with the last strings of strength I know. I could act upon nothing but watch the motion of fear and dreams take over the wish of what we wished together. It rains heavily today. Exactly one hundred and two days since I last touched love, since I have felt the rain cleanse my truth. Time moves slowly with mourning. The morning is quiet yet sharp. I open my heart and free all that I have locked in. Today is my day. Finally, moisture fills the air and I feel and hear nothing but the soft tickle of what I can not even see. Like the piano ripples from a bitter song, a love song, our song, still I am reminded constantly of a summer haze. It does not end. Love does not end. There was never an end. Yet, I sit on the top edge of these high walls, in the castle that I have solely built, in which I rest and find comfort knowing I can reach the stars, still. I forget not, ever. I remember these past dreams and like shooting stars, I watch how quickly they pass and vanish but still oh how beautiful. I wish nothing but the best for you, too. I am ready to lay bare and vulnerable, face to face with this crying sky. And with tears from both you and I, embrace such soulful drops into my loving eyes.
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