collection of bonesMature

It is here, in this out-of-body into-the-soul place that I find solace.  Wrapped in the aroma of your recent presence here; comforted by the sound of your bones somewhere beyond my vision.  I knew you, once, with words and sighs; I could trace the pattern of your skin onto paper.  I knew you intimately, but that kind of closeness is nothing here - nothing but the first hesitant steps into the darkness.

Now I know you.

Wordlessly, as phantoms might recognize each other hidden amongst the moving bodies.

The End

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