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In by Chris on October 1, 2010 at 10:37 pm

She smiled shyly and turned. She was so close, but the fog drew her back into itself as she walked away. Her warm body slipped into mirage, and then disappeared.

I stood on my frayed welcome mat filled with sadness.

Her last words to me were the most honest, I think: “Someday, maybe, I’ll return. I’ll come back, maybe, when we need each other most.”

At that moment I could have opened my chest and let myself pour out in waterfalls. But time already begins to dam the flow, and I hear her crunching footsteps fade unseen down the walk.

  1. Love this Chris – fog–mirage–waterfalls–flow..

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