When the warmth caresses my skin the droplet wets it and I breathe. A renewed feeling of the old stillness, refreshed from my coma. I left my heart somewhere in an old bridge by the sunset. I kept the memory. I kept going - all I wanted was to stay. I stayed to watch the train leave and there the summer rain drops on my face. I smile. A new feeling never running old. But fear still creeps at my back.
What if old wounds come back? - I tear at the skin. No tears found.
- Let's forever stay. - She whispers and I break inside. A sly touch of hope from between the clouds where the sun shines and this space that is ours seems to last.
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