I went to the place we used to go, hand in hand, laughing at everything around us, without a care in the world. I was proud of you and you were proud of me. We held our heads up high. We sang tunes created from nowhere.
You cupped my face and I, yours. You gaze at me with such tenderness, I kiss you dearly on the cheeks. I pray a silent prayer every time you leave, for you to one day return again.
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