Memory

' The world around me I could see with new eyes, unburdened by sleep.  Walking to my door, I felt the sun on my back, the air around me orange, the scent of leaves and rain.  I remember when you used to pick me up those early mornings, and I had the distinct feeling of otherworldliness about me and all around me.  Something like a tickle, like a storm of butterflies inside me.  Songbirds and long mornings watching the moon vanish and the sun rise, winking at each other from across the sky, during the one instant their eyes meet.  

I wonder if I'm always going to measure time in increments of being with you and not being with you.  I wonder if I'm always going to be counting the moments since we last spoke. '

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