Shadows

Sweat trickled down the picturesque curve of your being.

Your body longed to find that which was missing.

Your eyes gave way to the light.

You could not form the words.

You still can’t form them.

''That which can never be fully explained is not meant to be destroyed''.

With that notion, you leaned in and left me with the taste of your youth; with the taste of your essence.

My days ever since have been a set of justifications.

My days ever since have been an effort to maintain a balance in raging beauty.

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