April Seventeenth

October 4, 2009
The fragments of rock obscured within the rough asphalt beneath us shimmered
As the final hour swiftly passed and your leave steadily approached
The reminiscence now of a smile given beneath the light of a pale moon
Is one I cherish almost as much as the few other more faded memories
And I wonder lightly if you can recall the emotions conveyed
In the slight stroke of a hand, a whisper, and opening your eyes to the true sight
Of our daybreak.

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