“If the sunset shows its eye to us, will you kiss its pupils?”
“I never want to embrace dusk. If it will give me its dawn, then why won’t I have it?”
“What will you do when I keep nighttime in my head?”
For a while, you turned reluctant. The chains kissed the rusts and it cracked a thunderous sound. “I have to go.” With your bleeding feet, you rose from the swing and walked to the path you once knew.
My lips trembled, but I kept swinging. In the moment, I fought without hope. I clutched the chains tight.
Meet me in the next lifetime.
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