Tension in the air,
Thick enough to grasp,
Walking to the porch .
A tilt of the head.
Slowly bending down .
Raising up on tiptoes .
Slow. Soft. Sweet.
Starting on the outer edges,
Working in .
Spreading to fingertips,
Arms around his neck.
While he pulls you in .
And its over
But it will never end,
Instead lives on.
Memory
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