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Half Past Perfect

Do you remember me?
Do you remember the morning that wept?
Never had the sky been so blue.
Never had the wind smelled so like rain.

Can you feel the sudden adrenaline rush
And the silence that follows,
When I can hear your heart beating
And the subtle sound of your breathing?

It was half past perfect.
But you didn’t want it.
Do you even remember me?
Do I ever cross your mind in the loneliest of your times?

( March 2, 2016 )