Like Romeo & Juliet, we shine on like stars, separated by death -- the memories come in storms to electrify my eyes with the reality of yesterday. I'm pulled to their charm, but running conflicts with today's prize; a generous heart handed over, a blessing to my loneliness. Still, there is us and we triumphed in 73 days. Windows of words penetrate the love; the union of One and an explosion of universal rendezvous, showcase in a carousel. His life, our paths walked into the other, nesting in generations unbeknownst. I house myself under its agenda, put shame to my face for walking upward, beyond the posts we tied ourselves to. Indian Summer in radiance. Calamity of fate.
Because it exists and so do I...