(Your nightgown melted like sunset in the horizon, and for the split-second moment, I was held captive)

Linger, remember.
Crystallized f a n t a s y.
Washing down everything
like raindrops,
coming back up
in tiny bubbles.
Pop, pop, pop. (It smelled like rose).
Swift and unyielding, strong and unending (Infinite, infinite, infinite–heart rips, ashes swirl).
Memories into prayer, prayer into eternity (There they are, vividly, glowing dots like a swarm of fireflies).
Your existence is a faraway melody (I saw it burst crimson, gone).

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