You’re still here. The
unassuming guest in my head. The stranger turned friend that broadened my mind.
The wielder of curls the colour of fire, passion and warmth. The one I did not
know existed but now rattles my thoughts. The keeper of time, time she can’t control, time that doesn’t stop. Not for me. Not for her. Never for us. All
saints whisper the untold stories of tender moments and countless touches. I
miss your reflection, not because it personifies my strengths but reminds me I’m
human. Time, the ever present foe of careless fools and forbidden acts. 575 reasons
yes. Day into night. Stranger into friend.
