✓ What Remains ✓
She fell.
Where time resembled fog.
She had listened to his words for a long while —
in the span of a barely restrained growl
that now, before the snow,
dissolved into the wind along the slope of the Sibillini Mountains.
“Remember me like this, held tight in your arms.”
She waited.
She watched him turn the corner and disappear.
Then she moved one foot in front of the other,
but the world had already taken on a shape
that would never be the same again.
She breathed.
That is how it is.
Love happens.
Then it changes form. And we change with it.
If a reflection gathers us, we glimpse parts of ourselves
no one else knows how to name.
You -are the jade and gold
that tints the distant peaks of the Sibillini.
You - are the ethereal silence
that covers what remains
and what
is born.
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