I kissed away her pain. I didn’t say it. I did it. But I was a misguided fool high on my own wares.
I thought I took her away from the downpour inside with; lips, touch, a warmth only a racing heart makes next to another. Skin to skin, freedom. Eyes looking back with only that moment behind them, the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve seen that I can remember.
We let go. In the flow, where time waited patiently while looking away, and nothing else existed but each other’s energy and soul, a kind of ecstatic death of each other, where no taxes or death occurs. Remember that old line?
How did we meet? Why? Of all the dating apps in the world, she…
A kind of magic, a trick, an illusion, a…another person who existed in the closest space possibly imaginable, where temporarily nothing else existed.
And it ends. And I think, why does it have to even knowing it does.
I can’t kiss or hug a memory. Neither can she. My mind will never be the same. One of the few who I’ll allow to roam there, granted through an unconditional love they hadn’t had before maybe.
Want a cigarette?