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A New Morning - Mourning
Sunlight streams through a crystallized window pane flinging fragments of light across the wall. Clear, my eyes take in this unclad display as the ticks of the clock mark a lifeline of passing. Shadows begin to flee the assailing of light; Inner angles and crevices of darkness taken over, quietly seeking to displace my blurred blackness. Naked in pining, my exposed loneliness allays, striking in exchange to the gracility of the dawn. Beams prick my furtive senses, caressed with enravishment in every breath and sigh. Seconds pass, keepsakes pass in slides quickly moving against my focus; Remembrances of happiness and treasure. A elevating breeze floats in as I crack the casement to the outside world. The pane, chilly along my fingertips. Apart in my seclusion and isolation, rivulets of moisture streak down my face, after the frailty and withdrawal dictated after loss bows to the command for closeness. A whisper of covenants drift along the air, carried by a past, gentle announcement given freely. It directly corrodes this battered brokenness. I inhale the sweetness of paradise lost, and step forth into the clear morning with certitude inscribed on an arrow in my breast. I begin my day, without you, again.
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