I’m here. It’s just me and you, looking into the water.
The reflection is so clear and subtle.
The wind unashamedly touches me. She is coy and cares not who is watching, I know she breathes in another’s ear but do they notice? My attention provokes her sincerity of being no more or less but my very own sensation. The reflection in the water dances for her, is that me? Seems it’s all I wanted to be.
Let me go back to a predefined end then we can all stand here, me and my ghosts that should never have been, everyone would understand…. and then maybe then the Catholics will let me through, weaving my tempered soul with rosaries, blessing my eyes in holy water and I would be smiling as the angels show me cherry bearing apple trees. This is heaven, I have been told.....
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