Catching Up to an Old Friend
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. —How long has it been since we last spoke? Talked on the phone? —do I even remember your number ? 443xxx? No, they escape me. I never thought you’d find me, I’ve run from you so long. How dare I see you again?
my heart cries out, knowing you’re coming. I know that feeling—familiar ache in my chest, tingling in my bones whenever you come near. Melodious symphony erupts, the flowers breathe and sigh, filling, encasing, all-encompassing… I’m scared of you.
I ran so far! I hid so deep! Darkness envelops that space, creeping up to take your Light—please, don’t remind me of that music. Don’t play that song. Don’t say that phrase. Don’t call my name. Don’t hold me tightly—don’t let me fall into you.
don‘t make me remember the nights. We sighed, orgasmic, sultry, tones of ecstasy, heat intwined in fiery passionate naked bliss, don’t tell me! don’t make me…
I lied to you. I said I didn’t miss you. I said I’d never feel you. I‘d close it all away.
love. We should catch up again. I’ve lost you. Found you again. I don’t remember you. What’s your number again? We talk. We embrace. We hurt. Tell me what you are again.