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Your image punctuated my perfect day:

a balled fist that gave slow way to splayed fingers,

piercing but not dispersing the clouds aloft

in the still blue canvas which cushioned our eyes.

We were alive then because we wished to be.

We were together by mutual behest,

with an energetic breeze at both our backs,

urging us to try and be a bit closer.

The air felt livid and aware of we two;

it swam about and clamored when currents gave,

but cowered in shame at the touch of our breath,

despite how beleaguered it had since become.

And we waded into departures with ease,

finding solace in the moments there between;

speaking with others but favoring the thought

of reuniting without saying a word.