upon the vast lilac sky and autumn leaves still scattered from the season's departure
two sat beyond the meadows of plaid flowers
and uncut evergreen grass
their fingers seemed interlock as tightly
as branches grasp their roots, for how could they live without them?
their eyes seem to tell a similar but familiar story of what their agony became
but none did it matter that their exterior wasn't as full as their interior
though their mouths could lecture numerous stories on how they danced around the hallway in mix matched socks
painting the walls in vivid rainbow hues
sadly in differently painted corridors
may the odds come at peace with them as their slender legs move to and fro in sync
as their black high tops and unkept yellow converse crisscrossed over the other in a twin like fashion
the blonde rested their head on their lover's shoulder
whispering something into the unknown wind
in return, they too also whispered into the fatalistic wind
neither was i to know of that excerpt of love
for it was between their souls
unofficially kept bonded by their joined ateliers as i sprung myself from behind the hidden bush
then tenderly began pacing from the meadow overlooking the lilac sky
i hesitated and turned once more
my green orbs landed on the two interlocked fingers who were deeply in love
in a swift shot i captured a photo of their interlocking eyes, mimicking how their hands did moments ago
although
as my eyes trailed over the newly clear photo from my dusty polaroid
it came to my attention that the two souls had completely vanished from the scenery
i swiftly turned and saw nothing but meadow
my face stood cold and mouth ajar, as realization hit me like an incoming bullet
i smiled fondly at the thought
as i began to walk beyond the meadow
the wind kissed my freckled cheek
then whispered in two separate, familiar voices
as i sit here on the ledge with you, ages on my time and ages on yours, do you still love me?
-as i sit here on this ledge with you my darling, ages on your time and ages on mine, do you still love me?
how could i not my love? i never stopped. not even when time did. when our time did.
-then you know my answer. for our time was temporary, but you my love are my everlasting.
by the time the wind had departed
and left me alone with only my saturated face
my knees had buckled and fallen
how could i have not noticed?
it had been me sitting upon the ledge
interlocked with the love of my ending life
it had been me
it is going to be me
with that thought
i had just remembered
there are no such thing as plaid flowers
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