I still think about you. Not every day, and not for long periods of time. But you cross my mind like the lash of a foil. The words that were said don't seem to matter as much now; they were wrapped in bands of copper wire and took a charge as they spun off our tongues out of control. Nothing seems as intractable, yet eminently reparable as the past- nor as frighteningly out of control as the future. They hover on both sides at times like a pair of heavy fisted sentinels ready to pound me back into the present if I attempt to rush either way.
Right now, I'll live for right now, and let us take care of ourselves. We will meet again, when our thoughts align.
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