It made her laugh once for a moment she knew then after that she stood on the corner always wondering never taking that step there was a time when she could slow it take a sip of the air slow sweet taste of his breath running her fingers through his soft hair a heated kiss and biting his lip to hold onto that memory now the moment keeps slipping away and she crashes through the rain a boot stamping the puddle splashing the next day upon her mind wiping away her love, lost this time, starting all over again again but now the skin starts to soften and the days are not so buoyant and as the afternoon sags with complacency she wonders how love has seeped the blood from life leaving wisdom pale as cynicism joy as empty as greed the drained blood congealing to darken the hour a cloud above casts a shadow on her conscience she knows she has not been the good and pure and will selfishness in the end be her downfall she wonders or is there no justice in this world can she play the fates alone gambling to win (never finding her true love again ) that love like god is everywhere but nowhere that it is the bite of life, pinch of skin that tells you that you are alive that you have bothered to live that you have a right to be cynical and a choice to be good that life like love is for taking that like lust you must enjoy it with passion, ferocity, abandon or will she learn that the slow and steady prepared and rational smart and careful and practical are the only ones to find happiness lasting she didn't know but a dream hanging like wisps of love in the air carries thought (the future tense of memories) and the smell of future like past can be sweet to breathe fresh spring air aspirations so hope might bring her new days and flowers that will splatter new love yet would it ever be recovered her innocence or was it gone like an echo bouncing off the reflected memories in her dreams of laughter |
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