forever
a. remember the way it felt, hand-in-hand, slender piano-fingers intertwined, giggles emitting while throaty chuckles and laughter escaped past our watchful gazes, the fiery intensity that burned in each pair of brown irises, the tint of a faint red faded on our cheeks, the bite of our tainted hesitant lips.
b. remember?
c. lids shut softly, breathing paced, the rustling of distant feet upon the autumn dried leaves, the lack of once vibrant fallen leaves, the soft gentle breeze tousling strings of our hair, the distanced talk, the mild heat that drew small goose bumps along our withdrawn arms.
d. are your eyes closed?
e. we knew many words, having an expanded vocabulary list amongst the other things that racked our minds, words were easy. saying them aloud was intimidatingly nerve-rackingly so. the stutter of our words, the stammer of our phrases, the choking of foreign letters.
f. forever, remember?
g. forever was seven too many letters. forever was too jam-packed; it held a trillion different sentimental reasons all wrapped up with a nice bow in the form of three fucking syllables. no one ever taught us to say forever aloud. just simple typed subtle hidden letters forming the scary commitment word.
h. you're going to hell for committing so many of your mindful sins, the tracing of finger tips along our skin, the glint in orbs that stare back with intensifying significance.
i. the hunger for meaning, the lacking of our confidence, the built and crushed and built upon nothing short of trust, the second chances of i'm sorry's, the bitter taste of resentment that stained our tongues.
j. you're the joke of it all.
k. let the nostalgia begin, all hail the regret and swarming frustration, glorify the damn religion you've created.
l. the constant locks, the millions of lost but never found keys that don't even fit in their old locks, the rust piling on the rims, the rough laced and pure disdain weeping from their tips.
m. much, much more to say.
n. not quite yet, you must fight, with all but nothing short of mite, you can't let us slip from your sweaty palms, the bags under our eyes from insomnia, the dropping of our excuses catching fire in the dead of night, spreading throughout our tinted minds.
o. often we say,
p. perfection
q. quite honestly it was never going to be enough, the overly done grins, the tied ribbons, the sneaking behind frowned upon backs, the deceitful eyes
r. remember now?
s. so from here we go, the lacking of your words, the writer at their block, the stone wall building its way, the flurry white thoughts spiraling into the air amidst the birds and planes and the starry night blanket and the sun's vice
t. let go
v. a rewind or a pause or a play won't take us back to those fall days where the leaves fell above our heads, the crunching of our steps beneath our sneakers, the rosy cheeks, the messy do-overs and apologies
w. winter's jumped us.
x. the splutter of our racing hearts, the pound in our raising and falling of our chests, unappreciated virtues, the sparks of unintentional over-seen lapses.
y. scowls, puckered lips, creases on our foreheads, sulking of our slumped shoulders, meandering steps taken a little too long, intentional gapes, along with discerning beams.
z. forever, we justify with unmatched gazes
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R&R?
Drabble, sorry.
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