a moment ~ gone by ~ in words ~scribbled

and yet
2003-10-01
12:00 p.m.

My hands like water over her skin.

There are words.

And yet, the words get lost between my mind and my fingers. They float like my heart while I'm with her.

I didn't anticipate this.

And yet.

And yet.

And yet, I cannot imagine, in this second, what it would be like without her.

I cannot imagine not imagining her.

Despite my desire to be detached, I have never been more aware of another's presence.

I am mute in my awe of this.

Of her.

Of us.

And still, nothing's defined.

But calm like water reflecting night.

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