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05/01/2008
Sometimes I don't enjoy biology....
Normally
It makes him smile
The scent of hyacinth hanging heady in the early evening air
Normally
He breathes in deep
Remembers the gentlest of her touches, burning brand against his cheek.
Normally
His heart leaps
high up to heaven to dance with the stars that glimmer above
yet they pale by comparison to the beauty of his love
But tonight
The ache in his chest overwhelms him instead
Empty space by his side prompts a dull, heavy tread
His head turns to speak to a woman not there
His hand reaches out and grasps nothing but air.
Her face
and her smile
Her hands
and her touch
They're memories that haunt him
And sometimes they hurt so much
----> too many people I know are feeling like this at the moment. It is sad. Odd that I'm not one of them though.
xXx
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