Damselflies
It used to be alright, simply because there was nothing. But whatever must happen happens, and in the darkness, we danced and laughed in front of a curtained audience, and I still remember the shape of your fingers
Even after that, it still used to be alright - because they were like dancing damselflies gently touching the pond’s surface, flirting with small ripples that eventually radiated into nothing. And beneath the muted moonlight, every movement seemed still.
But now, I only wish for it to still be alright, because the first letter may also be the last.
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Night after night, the same dreams keep playing over and over. And the dreams don’t stop; you’re always in them, and to make matters worse, we’re never doing something out of the ordinary. We’d sit opposite each other, and we’d talk - and the moment you smiled, the dream would start to slow down.
And even though the dreams have changed somewhat, you’re still there. Now, though, when you’d walk past me, I’d deliberately avert my gaze and pretend not to have seen you. And sometimes I’d walk up the lecture theater, and we’d exchange smiles, maybe a wave, but that’s it. And these scenes keep playing over, and over, and over
To Venus:
Tibi suavis daedala tellus
summittit flores,
Tibi rident aequora ponti
placatumque nitet diffuso lumine caelum
