Love in retroactive continuity
The view from this lonesome window hasn't changed much since you left. With the carousels of daylight seeing to every inch of this surrealistic permanence, it lingers on, untouched by all but the thinnest strands of borrowed time; beautifully still and endlessly so. I've been keeping the doors cracked in hopes of seeing you again, if only to watch you pass by from behind the gaze of distant horizons. With the turning of battered clock hands comes a summer that never ends, a summer that harbors no regrets and a summer who in her days will make no amends. As timeless as you are unapologetic, you are the sun that never sets.
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