Wavering

the motion of water dripping,

irregular yet steady,

the taste of freshly squeezed

lemonade

sour, yet sweet,

the sound of her laugh–

dark like midnight,

bright as a fire,

wavering yet strong,

an entire lifetime

flickering before his eyes,

 

if he had loved

just enough,

she might have loved him

back.

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