Day 18: Ripe

One stained embrace after the next, the last never to be. Lasting memories break in though a door with no key. A transparency inside of me forgetting to leave – just one more time. An hour that ends before love began and sends a haunting rhyme.

Guilt or grant each moment as it comes, seeping in, no pain – it numbs. Every look and any touch leaving a mess – all the crumbs. Crumbling sand falling through the glass, our soil rich at last. Standing with you, the rain falling on us now – as one – no wind to doubt when the sun will shine proud.

A branch passing our fruit to a world of barren hands, is it worth it to chance? Check that it’s ripe and ready to enhance a lost universe in a familiar stance. Standing here to see if it fits – do you take it?

Remember the good times,
Julian