Chloe

With you, I remember what it means to love. And in love I find life, rising from the morose shadows to fly like a purebred charger across asphalt fields and through urban dystopias. With you I remember what it means to laugh. And in laughter I find joy, fleeing the hurricanes of hate and the wrath of drunken self-tyranny to walk with you side by side, almost touching, in fading sunshine, breathing as if for the first time. With you I remember what it means to be mortal. And in mortality I find solace, shattering chains of deist doubts and fears of worthless art to cherish my little time with you and agonize over our parting inevitable, when I wave to you, a comet soaring through the brilliant heavens that bore you.