You
I remember when I first saw you. Do you?
Stood at the window in the sun, all white light and soft edges. Your hands in your pockets.
You stood as if ready to take on the world. Do you remember? It all lay before you.
The world was waiting for you.
I was carried closer to your face and I knew you then, pulling in close. Close enough to see.
Those tiny fires dancing in your pupils. Warm eyes, I remember clear as day.
I could see right into your soul, did you know that? Through the fire. Into the depths of you.
Shall I tell you what your soul feels like?
A blanket on a chill evening. The first Spring thaw following February’s icy grip.
The slow drift into a soft sleep.
Your soul is maple in my palms.
I saw it all then, do you see? I saw the future. What should become of me and I was sure.
Did you feel it? That string between us like Jane and Rochester, that deep ache.
I needed to pull in closer to your world, the world of glass and pockets. You needed to find
me.
I remember when I first saw you. Do you?
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