Dead End

Yes, today… Of course I remembered.
And tomorrow, Yes, tomorrow. Tomorow it’ll be one year.
We crossed the line together, our names at our fingertips, waging everything we built for each moment ever after.
Your voice.
Hands.
Spine.
Careful.
Breaths.
Feel. No need for rushing. See?
Where are we? Are we still inside? Yes, we are. Don’t let go yet. I’m not going to. Is that air we’re breathing? No, it’s us. Again? Yes, again. I like it. Good, I was afraid it would stop here. Not tonight. Afraid? No, I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t want this to end…

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