It feels like a fragile world today. Some insecurity nipping at my stomach. Or, worse, a measure of loneliness.
That footprint of human interaction. Left by a person no longer in view.
He came to my door. He touched my face with his face. He whispered words.
It was a moment. Now it is an echo.
Of electricity born from the universe. Of a charge between two souls. Of a path to kinetic harmony.
Had I an invisible eye I would have paused the movie. Already knowing its ending.
Instead, I woke with a sigh. With unleashed wishes I thought I had tamed. With only Time able to create distance.