Post # 11
When the silence is broken.
Maybe it is true after all? Though disputed lies spew from the mouth of an inferior woman, shedding a cold glow upon the situation at hand, their manner is undeniable, for the rubber band has come springing back to what it used to be.
And so the realisation of how time can indeed be a powerful healer screams as if he is still stood facing me. Full uniform, back straight, forgetting work, and leaning forward to catch what I say; the memory composed of similar patterns ignites a smile of longing so that this one shall last until the next.
. . .Thank you. . .