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Now lives
Behind the eyes,

In memory:
A city Sunday,

Sheets of rain

Against the windows,

Rivulets on glass,

In a silvery light

Long ago.

Time drifted

To a sweet nap,

And you held her

And she held you.

And nothing ended

And nothing began.

As you sunk into

An undertow of bliss

Amid shouting gusts of wind

And hot stale breath,

But warmth all around.

No matter.

A pause in the din,

Tight together,

Because time would not wait.

We melted. We slept. 

And when we awoke,
The windows

Had all gone black.