Grasping each other hands through the Rays.
Being in love is bitter sweet surrender , surrendering to the fact that you can be at ease with whatever may come.
Being silly , being easy and simple as we should.
Being there is just whispering in your ear, “how much I miss you. ”
Loving is easy and forgetting is hard when fresh love resolves to something mature you know it can last.
We long we often want that something new forgetting and remembering being loved is like ambers fanned out and flamed it can run its course anew.
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“Knowing you ”
You claimed to know me and we had the meeting of minds.
Like the palms of our hands that once met last fall.
And with the turning tide and the coming of summer you turned to dust and existed no more.
You whispered you love me and I was mystifying and intriguing.
But like all imaginary emotions your gazed was momentary and brief.
It was more than you would admit, our tenacity,
Perhaps it changed you.
It changed me.
Growth is adamant and unavoidable in life don’t you think?
I don’t claim to know you. But I loved you without reproach.
And perhaps one day you’ll see it and embrace the fact that love was love regardless the season.