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It’s gentle, warm–like you were;
But it’s not the same rain enfolding me,
touching my face…like you did–
your arms holding up the sky.
Soon, it will stop in mid-air…like we did.
My face is not the same face you once adored;
and it’s not the same place around which our lives revolved
—nary a trace of us there anymore.
For the tyranny of Time did exact its toll
leaving us star-crossed, love lost
never to be restored.
Our fiery tale never had a chance to burn itself out.
Laid waste, we were sacrificed, scorched
and consumed on a bed of coals
smoldering in the ashes;
dying in the embers.
With a bolt of thunder, a jealous Zeus did wreak his ire and wrath upon us
in a curse of eternal youth.
There would never be a future. There would only be the past.
We would never grow up or old.
You remain there: sinews taut, strong, self assured. Always a memory.
I could sense you before I saw you
and when I did, you were all that ever was;
drawing me to you, loving me urgently,
And the last time was like the first time.
You were always the moment– for to leave it meant leaving you. Like now
It’s a gentle rain, warm..touching my face.
Soon it will stop. Like we did.