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I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6
From childhood it was a world of two...you and I... I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in. We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours. Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush. I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear. Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race.  I entered with Lisa.  You gave me that look. Oh that look!  And you  left without a word. At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd say sarcastically.  How it made you giggle to make fun of it. It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves. Our first dance.  You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen. Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran... our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever. Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared. Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day. At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel. Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up  tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away. Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked  for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt. Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly  why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only. I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke.  You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only. Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our  lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go? Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice.  Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left. Not everything  is explained or understood, like music by a one arm man playing a violin. I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life. Mystery sings blind the song of the lark! and I... i think of you. March 29 2015 Armand
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