I stopped and thought about the years after I buried myself. I was looking over a wall aware of a universe beyond that wall, a life and I knew that I would be never a part of it.
"I know I only loved you"
"I know" she smiled back, "it always touched me"
"and now" I held myself back "and now can you feel it"
"Even here I can feel it touch me, no matter the years between you and me, a flower that never fades, just stays afresh"
"Sit down if you have a moment" she held my hand
Sitting on air with her I saw her long skirt float and the breeze brought it's perfume to me.
"I wasn't born with anger"
"I know" she nodded " and I wasn't born with love"
"what was the could have been life, have you thought of it" she looked straight at me this time, undressing me of my thoughts.
I stopped and thought about the years after I buried myself. I was looking over a wall aware of a universe beyond that wall, a life and I knew that I would be never a part of it.
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