It started with broken glass.
I saw an open seat.
I saw my future in you.
I saw myself in you.
We laughed. We talked about pain.
We touched.
We talked about the past.
I wanted more.
You got pulled away.
I could grip your scent.
We talked about the rough times.
I touched your knee.
You grabbed your side.
I asked.
You answered.
Your smile. Your lips.
It brought me to life.
My heart started beating again.
I am alive again.
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