Souls counterpoint.

Because whenever we pass, flashes of our future rush through me. Waves of us, filled with hopes, triumphs, the love we make, the babies, our laughs, our tears, the falling, the dawn, the dark, the failures, the getting back up and dusting ourselves off again... and then again.  I can see you, me, the now, the then, the always, the days, the nights, and the tomorrows.
 I long to reach out, to grasp your hand, just so you can feel it too. 
Let it sweep us both away.
The hurricane of forever. The storm.
But instead, I shake off the dizziness, 
steady my legs.......

and keep on walking.


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