We were ageless.
I breathe in this memory.
It fuels each vein with life and hope
We laughed our childishness
And skipped along.
We flipped along.
We splashed puddles with those
Long since forgotten
Children within our hearts
We were wonderful.
We tumbled into
Sober and reflective conversation
And I wept.
Someone saw my Achilles.
Someone made me smile
At a point where I believed
Those muscles paralyzed.
For all the hours we spent talking
He had said whatever he could.
He would've said enough
With three words:
You are beautiful.
Someone should have been mine.
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