Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Eight months of love and pain.
A simple grain of time in life.
Life knows no time.
An endless being that is has and always will be.
Eight months of life enhanced.
From a stale like trance to a beautiful contemporary dance.
It's been two weeks now of anxious hope that I'll have another chance to take one more dance.
With you, the one who will always be.
Like time is, has and always will be.
My love.

— The End —