When I lost you I didn’t think there was any way I could be found again as if the concept of found itself was lost abolished, scattered to the four directions until they discovered the fifth dimension which itself was promptly lost in a puff of logic. It’s not that there was no day or night but the gloaming felt more or less like homecoming like winter would at last last forever for starters and the trees gathered bare as twigs for the fire. When I lost you I knew I would never see you again. And now that I haven’t, and you’re here we can pick up right where we once left off which was I suppose like counting the minutes until they counted for nought, for love for now that I have found you I won’t ever let you go.
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