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My footsteps were heavy.
A child to the rain falling.
I should have stepped lightly
now that you are falling.
In dead space, you were floating.
Tears suspended in time.
Knowing was a painful thing.
Slipping sometimes when you climb
that arduous path back up.
The witchery that keeps you down.
Hovering silently above
an ocean where you may drown.
Nebulae apart, I smile a prayer.
For the ineptness of my ways
when our days were spent together.
That your star may, laughing, blaze.
To break this inert latitude of space.
So that I may once again see your face.

– His

7/27/17