She cried.. never said a word. I looked into her eyes and gave her what she needed, when she never said a thing. I told her of my misery, and we listened to radio head. I gave her things I've never given anyone before and she just cried all the more. We just met. No more than an hour before, but her and my shared tears told a another story, one of many lifetimes without meeting. But tonight defied the past, and tonight we cried together, two strangers, two hearts that needed one another in their darkest hour.
How did we find one another through all the noise and sorrow of this madness of life? No explanations matter, or fit adequately. Our hearts found one another like magnets in the cold dark of infinite space. They clamped together as if they were guided missiles made to collide. Your tears told all and my weeping could not be put to sleep so we parted before things got too deep. But I can still feel you feeling me, and I know you can still feel me
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Not sure why this became part of my feed (January), but I have to say again you are tormenting yourself, and if love is to give why are you tormenting yourself? Surely a one night encounter, how you worded, is not the same as leaving someone, their father becomes a father figure for you after your own father dies, and you learn after years his pending death? Really, you write well, but you also write your demise. You write lofty without considering how some might read.
