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12:30 a.m.: Wednesday 

I spoke in silent awe as I watched the sun breathe its final breath,
creating a beautiful silhouette which sat parallel to me.
She laid her gentle voice upon my ears,
as she sat comfortably beside my thoughts.
We spoke of generalized topics such as hobbies that turned to addictions.
Mine: The soft caress of a woman 
who could hold my heart with out fear of dropping it.
Hers: The sudden rush of learning of a person’s person 
through their vocal discussions. 

5:45: The night stood still; 
frozen, in the course of the mental love we were about to make..

Our discussions lasted for what seemed as endless hours, 
only to be realized as a brief moment in time.
She took me to heaven through her words
And soothed my aching heart with the memories I’ve most wanted:

Her and 
I, together 
again, yet
for the first time.

9:36: Dew drops formed a symbolic ballet for the dance we’d made 
through our verbal affections during the hours past..

Never had I known such a love as the presence peacefully presented before me
though it felt as if we had met in a lifetime earlier than the current.
Her angelic appeal aroused the blackest depths of my mind, 
grasping me beautifully as the night does the moon.
I reached for the night sky, piecing together our own constellation 
with hopes that it would draw the perfect idea for her
of us, everlasting and asked if it pleased her so.
She replied: ”So long I’ve waited to meet another soul as divine as yours.
I’ve been blessed to find you through the journey I’ve traveled for so long now.
Waiting, wanting…to find a perfect balance for my scale of love
and here, we sit.”

11:25: The horizon screamed of the apparent day break 
and our eventual departure coming ahead..

Our hearts palpitated vigorously at the evident knowledge,
soon enough, our words would run out and the conversation would cease.
I expressed my fear of lonliness and failure in love 
only to find a daunting but pleasing laughter glistening before me.
She uttered the sharpest reality that "in time, lonliness and failure 
coexist with love and success....in time, the world is our playground."
With time soon running out, the most important question I never thought 
to ask: what is your name?
She rose, gracefully as a true angel does 
and with the sweetest voice, she echoed

...Faith

As I woke from a slouching position from that same park bench as before
from what seemed to be the cruelest, 
Yet most beautiful dream 
Just as the sun rose
at Noon.
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