The absence of breath

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I remember the height of it all. Your height as you stand before me. A gentle tower. I remember the feeling of your hand around my own, our fingers dancing with one another. I remember floating just above the weight of my own existence.

You lifted me. I fell into your arms and you swept me away from the churning sickness. I fell into your soft light and dark eyes, in the space between the rims of your glasses. I still hear the sound of your voice, a gentle whispering breeze that swept along the curve in my neck. A slight tender tickle to the lobes of my ears.

I recall the breath, yours and mine, spinning our spirits as we lay together. Each alone and each folding into the other.

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All was light.

All was clouds

and soft, summer rain.

All was down.

All was fresh

and still.

Then,

All was undone.

I felt the fall before I hit the ground. I felt the moment you released me, the moment you turned your head away.

The moment you silenced the sweet spell.

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