Sometimes Hardly Ever Forever

They…

She closed her eyes, he stretched out his hand.

The face had been touched light, while the tear that was slippery of one of the eyes was diverted of her fatidical destiny, the ground.

There wasn't sound there, not even the contained cry of an uncommon suffering. Maybe no breathing existed on that moment; just a gesture and nothing else.

The time even could be measured, if an instant like that fit in a small place as the universe, but they didn't want to know.

They were, was, and now… What more was needed to exist?

He moved his lips, she took her finger to them.

There wasn't reason to look for words, because they would not be capable to mean something like that.

Movement should not exist, under the risk of to disappear the beautiful.

They were two and only one, the perfect union of the human imperfection.

Impossible to define what happened in paradoxical hearts as those: it was pain and happiness, distance and company.

They just completed themselves.

They still didn't know, it is true, and maybe even they would know one day, but the unknown didn't matter for them. They already knew the main.

There were the touch of the hand, the livid face, the rarefied air and nothing else. And everything was sufficiently unique there.

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