It's only noon

I met him on a morning bike ride. Or in my dreams. 

It might’ve been a morning bike ride in my dreams. 

We climbed walls and we held hands.

We danced and sang. 

We lay on the grass and smiled at the clouds, 

waved at them as they passed us by

just like the time, slowly floating farther,

blown away by the same wind that blew my hair 

into his face and made him giggle.

We compared lines on our palms and the soles of our shoes

And we talked about paths traveled

and the future to come. 

We discussed distant memories lingering for a while

and all our hopes and day-dreams. 

We planned our future, together, in a petit ville 

in the Sud du France .

We talked about Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald

and about friendships and falling throughs

and jealousy and then

We contemplated, together, loneliness and solitude

and the differences between the two.

We danced through the rain

and stomped in all the puddles

then stood there, in awe, as the snow fell all around us

and blanketed the world in it’s comfy ice.

We watched it all melt into water and flow away majestically

just to see sprouts of green shoot up from the thawed earth.  

And just as the sun reached high noon,

and it shone its brightest, 

he left me for his own dreams. 

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[Marie]

Sometimes you can live a lifetime or see a world in one meeting..