Ferrocerium
And I still see you,
handsome as ever,
ink-sketch body against
the setting sun.
There’s a ghost in that outline-
rotoscope memories dancing
across glassy eyes,
a furrowed brow that doesn’t
seem to fit quite right on your face.
A figure losing definition
in the downpour,
you sparked a cigarette to life,
a lone light diminishing as
we drew away.
Flash.
Flicker.
Fade.
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This is almost painfully beautiful, Aaron. Can see it clearly, and also feel it palpably in your words.
Oooo, I love this. The love, the fading away. It is felt through this writing🖤
This is very well done. I really felt it.