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once again And how do the years fade into a single moment... how does the day wind to a close... is it really the end of the story? You never said goodbye.

And her hair is curled around her face or tucked behind her ears… a nervous gesture she never quite grew out of.

And his shirt is sitting still, delineating the curve of his back where his shoulders hunch.

And in moments when she misses him and in places where they met... She can feel the past pressing in too fast. The way that time never flickered in their eyes... the way that passion was always a game with them. Indifference was their safeword... and yet neither could ever bring themselves to say it.

And in moments when she is happy, in the days of laughing summer heat and reckless winter abandon... she reaches out to the empty space that was always reserved for him... clenching a fist in that empty air and turning her eyes to the sky. And in that infinite space she knows that he can feel her.

And in moments when he is alone, days of bleakest gray and weeks of relentless monotony… he reaches out to the warm space that she fills when ever she can. He closes his fist on those insubstantial memories and turns his eyes to the sky. And in that infinite space he knows that she can feel him.

And how did all that time fade... slipping away like a soft midsummer’s eve. And where did all this pain come from... and how then shall they grieve?

And where do all their moments go when this is how it has to be… And they are screaming out, “indifference”, yet the pain will never cease… 		040920
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