Can I read this to you someday?
Well, I’m not sure where I can start.
Anywhere? Oh, well, then.
Here I was on a road.
It was not a dark road and I was not walking slowly up it.
Then something flashed fire in my mouth
A kiss stolen back
I was alone and now the road seemed dark.
I could not see,
wet warm covered my eyes and remembering took all my time from me
I was being changed and it hurt
(as change often does)
I was lifted and I floated above the road, not seeing skies or dawn
I was lifted and I thought of you
(There are reasons why, I suppose
but I won’t tell you them all)
Who knows where I will land
when I finally come down
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