I remember when the moon would rise in your eyes casting a silvered sheen across that perfect face.
I remember the morning dew collecting like tears before dropping off sweeping eyelashes, cascading into infinity.
I remember when the days passed too quickly, and the nights quicker still.
I remember standing out in the West wind as sycamore leaves spiralled about us; a world of russet and green that was ours, and ours alone.
I remember the snow falling upon your hair, collecting in drifts, before you’d free all those unique flakes with a swish and a smile.
I remember all of this and more.
I remember the minutes.
I remember the seconds.
I remember the moments.
But I can’t ever remember saying goodbye?
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