I cannot remember every nuance
or every movement
as I had believed I would.
But I do recall every charge of electricity -
a bolt of lightning;
every ounce of intensity a constant throb
in rhythm with my pulse.
And I do remember -
with clarity -
the presence;
the very essence of the
memory of a silhouette in blue.
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December 15, 2013 06:24
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