The Gap

There are moments when I forget to breathe, and in those moments my heart aches and I’m reminded what’s missing. It seemed like we were only getting started in the knowing of each other’s ways .. in the subtleties that only time and dedication bring about perfection to. Though I can still imagine in my dreams, dancing in the rain, and I can feel the raindrops on my skin and dripping down my clothes. This memory I have implanted, as if I am remembering … but there are ever growing shadows now … remembering, the way the light hit the corners of the spaces where we lay still together … how the rain sounded against the roof … how the sheets felt as they had been freshly steamed … and how your hands would sometimes almost feel like a delicate parchment paper against my own … and now, how there is only the gap.

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