Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

Time stands still when you’re not around, my focus drags itself to the crowd, where watching, waiting, anticipating, my eyes will fall upon you sometime soon, somehow, your heated breath for me is calling.

I feel an absence growing within my soul; a piece breaking unity, how can I be more forthcoming? I do not dream of you because in my world you’re yet to exist, a faceless being yet priceless, knowing, hope of circumstances growing.

The fullness of who we are separately, individually, and who we are accumulatively, benefiting our spirits, like blinking fairy lights they brighten everybody’s way. Just to the side though, that light-bespeckled path, time stands still as the crowd now parts, my breath catches like a hook in a gutted fish.

You’re not who I thought you’d be, somehow a complete stranger, lacking in familiarity. But take my arm, our Almost-Forever now, together we have advanced, become good. I know life could be further enriched with you, somehow I know this to be truth.

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