she wont hold my hand,
ahead of me... her pace growing faster.
and our walk is smooth.
simultaneously running with the river behind us.
we swam through it together.
but she was ahead.
her pace growing faster.
i sank so deep.
and she swam so fast.
the mass of thawed solid, taking her in.
every inch of her existence.
her movement simultaneously flying with the sparrows.
whose wings were breaking.
but her arms were stronger.
swimming slower, out of there.. out of there.
her pace growing faster.
i floated in the river, and i watched her fly.
she said she would hold my hand when she returned.
be gone, be gone.
and her wing-span was larger than the clouds.
which simultaneously raced with the sun above us.
around her.
below her,
i was.
and i'll watch.
i'll float 'till she returns.
but i wont be there.
i'll grow with the modifications of my surroundings.
fly into the opaque mass.
her pace growing faster.
she'll search for my hand to hold.
it will be with another.
and i wont look back.
