Our last walk

One, two, three

I counted my steps as I walk down the aisle of gold and silver, of regret and desire with every step dragging me down. The man waiting for me at the other end, I can no longer recognize for the man I once loved has died.

Over the horizon, we once sat and he said “grab hold, and never let go of the stars.” I did as I ran.

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