until this cold ends, and the spring comes again, and until the flowers bloom again.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

one day

one day she began talking to him again.
after seven long years of silence, there it was, her voice on the other end of the phone, soft and lilting.
she had one of those voices that reminded him of a wormhole.
the power it possessed to close all that time and distance between them, the way it brought her back to him---tenuous and shimmering---like a dewdrop catching the sun.

Lang Leav
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