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A goodbye to friendshipsAnd then there's that pull, the slight quixotic tug where we once were joined at the hip yet now we can barely reach each other's fingertips and the comfort known in in tiny gestures transcends the most irresistible pleasures and then I'm not sureof how these past months wold have worked out otherwise. I dwell in this pleasantness of the outcome andA goodbye to friendships
there's definitely more beauty than I've ever seen in these past days with this sun.
by ~AthenasGrey
He was...just a guyLimbs intertwined, we rustle about with squeals and giggles as our defense. You have written your name on my body in such struggle to my elated resistance. Only in these moments can I look at you and know there is a love, a need, a yearn that you have named after me. you hold the eyes of a man I will ook at in a year fresh off a plane, and then in mornings where the sun will hit our wrinkles and highlight the sprinkled greys in our hair. You hold the eyes of a man I've seen in wisps of my starry past and kiss in the evenings of blissful sighs and whispered smiles.He was...just a guy
This is the end an
by ~AthenasGrey
Residue of a bad eveningClose the eyes with the sound of closed car doors. Let the night sing in pitches the stars hummed before.Residue of a bad evening
She'll respond to the bounce-back breeze swaying through to tickle the trees, rocking side and then side until her anticipation began to collide with the coiled rusted crutch she once released with such tender touch.
The melody rose in tip toe octaves to reach the clouds whose day strength softened.
She walked to where she came from, keys jingling in her petite grip.
She heard the evening's goodbyes in hushed harmonies fading behind her as the world slipped.
by ~AthenasGrey
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