the motion of water dripping,

irregular yet steady,

the taste of freshly squeezed


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



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