On the other side of the window, trees rustle, ripples cross over the pool. I feel each movement, short stroke or long. All in remembrance of a morning’s crisp dawn. This planet revolves; gravity holds us close. A clock’s second hand sweeps through our time. Together. Simple breakfast: eggs, toast and coffee. I raise my cup, gently blow across the brim, as your lips whisper direct intentions. Words connote action. Imperative moments last longer in a memory. Water bubbles surround four-minute eggs; all the time it took for you to say goodbye.
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