There came a time where we laid by a river bank, with our intertwined fingers so hesitant of tracing the curves of us; yet too frail to keep apart.
I remember how i turned my heavy lidded eyes to face you, the sharp edge of your nose contrasting with the softness of your curved lips. The scent of sea salt had been so prominent, I could almost taste it, taste your memory through it.
And short after, with the shortening of my steady beats, I recall how I gave in to the heaviness of my soul and closed my eyes, repeating a mantra of staying by your side, one where I would replace the greens in the trees with those of your eyes.
Long after, i stood with a quiet symphony of regret, one that begged lost time to revisit. Where we laid by a river bank, our hands intertwined, and my eyes wide open, silent and pliant, while memorizing the echo of your devotion.