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Suddenly there's time stretching in every direction.
The past, the present
but there's no future
Seconds ago he was colouring a world.
Filling in patterns, tracing lines,
finding music in the millimeters between fingertips
and skin
For a fraction of a moment
his world was the perfect shade of blue.
With darkness beneath
and darkness above
He counted heartbeats,
tasted words he'd never said before.
Not like this.
Not to him.
They fell over his lips,
were left hanging in the silence of a missing breath.
It was so easy and then
it was not.
In the blink of an eye,
the warmth of a body he'd known forever,
(but never like this)
left him shivering.
Words tangled,
falling out of his grasp.
He can't.
He just can't anymore.
And then time falls back into place.
He hears breathing,
and in those breaths are words he didn't listen to
They say:
I love you.
They say:
I can not, not love you.
And as his head lays to rest,
ear against a heart he's known forever,
he finds his present, past and future
in a palm that has bled for him.
And his world turns a perfect shade of blue.