Golden light touched our naked forms as we layed in contented rest.
When we awoke, we awoke laughter within each other.
Love pronounced without words nor touch.
Complete.
How was this feeling I so lovingly carried not also carried by you.
Was my sentiment so one sided?
Nevertheless, connections are severed.
Words are not spoken and touches have ceased.
When my sight lands on your form it is from distance.
Oh how does such beauty and wholeness turn so sour.
Suddenly that golden light seems much dimmer.
Ghostly reminiscence.
I must lay us to rest, so I may one day lay eyes on your form and care less about its presence.
Dis Manibus Sacrum
Here lies everything we had.
May it rest in peace.
