It was a sad moment in time.  It was cold outside, I felt the breeze whisper against the tips of my fingers.  Not a crisp breeze like the kind that fills the early morning, but rather a soft and gentle and reassuring draft.  The sound of the wind could do nothing to cloud heaving sighs between gently parted lips.  Sometimes “lasts” can be hard, the last kiss, the last touch.  You never know that it will be the last time in that moment, you simply are living the moment as it happens.  Not for us.  We both knew that this would be the last, with our heavy hearts, our erratic breaths.  Goodbye.

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