Above the distant murmuring sea, our footprints melded in lines invisible to the eyes that dared not linger. With coffee cups clinking against the dawn's tender light, we spoke of once-held dreams and lives unfulfilled.
Do we chase shadows? Echoes dancing on splintered staircases, the fragmented knowledge we never quite held but whispered through mist. Follow the rumor of eternity buried beneath everyday lives, engraved in bursts of laughter shared.
Our hearts ached towards all the paths not taken, the roads where holding hands relied on compass needles spinning erratic vectors. And yet endearing gazes met across time's canvas, lifetimes etched upon heartstrings like mournful sonatas, each carrying tales of softened victories over the tempests of solitude.
I will always recall the soft whispers laughing down rivers that broke orderly banks to collide amongst lovers destined to touch petals unseen.
To echo through these woven woods where only the stars lead bright into shadows; enchanted tangos with divine fingers astray upon stairlifts where secret worlds live and breathe everlastingly. Journeys woven into galas where separation becomes reunion in the tapestry woven with love, longing irrevocably consuming yet healing discovered past lives intertwining path and myth. Finale or prelude, we never knew nor discarded.