The wind blows through your hair as I watch from here. Standing in your shadow,
I wipe the strands from your brow.
I watch as you run through the sunshine and find the rain.
Your heart pulsing like the blowing wind.
Life runs past us, through us,
like a bubbling, spitting brook.
A quiet stream and it is done.
Suddenly, we are teetering on the tip of the falls.
Suddenly, we can see the bottom.
And we slide down, down,
the cold water rushing in our faces,
our eyes, our mouths.
Water flooding everywhere,
silence underneath.
Like at the beginning.
Life blows through your hair as I watch in your shadow.
I wipe the strands from your brow.
I watch as you run in the wind.
Never knowing the rain is coming.
The coffee is poured.
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