The firmament grays and shall surely leave us alone amid uncertainties of the coming black but before it envelopes us we hold each other closely and we speak to one another in hushed whispers so none can overhear. We commit to memory cliff-side fires, guitar melodies, and barroom dancing
I calm at the smell of her hair and the taste of her neck and I collapse completely at seemingly constant newness of them both… her hand in mine, small and soft, pulls away gently as two sets of eyes close in final retrospective glances of times meant not to continue.
“No regrets.” We smile and affirm.
The dusk dissolves into mild sightlessness as I endeavor to watch her glide away quietly, fearlessly.
An overflowing cup.
A contented mind.
A fulfilled plate.
A road, still open and waiting, motioning for us to tarry not.
I pause and turn in the direction of my own East … towards the secured confidence in a beginning waiting just past my own sunlit, new morning threshold.
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