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fellowshippers2004-05-09 12:17 am
Paradise
His face. I remember his face peering at me. How could I have been this much in love, this late in my life? I take the pictures, I write the poems, but nothing remains with me like his face, dark lashes and that smile. One kitchen. Two people. Soft piano music from the living room. He gets too emotional. I get too sad. We’re about to leave this place and he whispers one last chance to feel alright.
He lay on the floor. Big eyes. I framed his face with my hands and thought about all the reasons we shouldn’t have done that. He didn’t look at me. He looked at the ceiling, smiling. He said how great love is when all you have to do is breathe it in and I said I have so much to learn from you.
So he caught my hand in his smile never wavering and whispered so learn so learn.
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(totally OT but i LOVE your icon!)
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i love my icon too *squee* . its by