But I didn’t hold your hand, as we’d always used to. Those minutes had to set the tone. Separation meant we were now two self-contained spheres of existence. You were an emotional stranger again and veiled from all – my palpitations and my tears.
Now I remember. Teeth and squint of a grinning soul, the blue and the brown of a dewy infatuation. Infatuation and obsession – those long years without them. They have returned. With open arms, I kissed it. And they burned – the fires of a grinning soul.