Today there was a moment that was pure.
Among choices, chaos and pain in my gut.
Wind came to me in my silence.
It tossed my black hair with it.
It was gentle as it spoke.
It spoke of you.
It spoke of being drenched by the sea.
It brought with it the memory of your laughter.
Your kindness.
Your wit.
All of it a wisp of slow black bangs.
Floating against the horizon.
Simple.
Painful.
Truth.
As the night rides with you, I am lost.
Your hands upon the wheel of sorrow.
Smitten with resistance.
Lighting the road with your fall.
A departure from the burning mountain.
The fire now within.
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