Chapter 35

Memories that mix and mingle
In the library of my mind
Are waiting for chapters
Yet to be lived into existence
Glimmering sensations gathered
Welcomed to the fray
Of my metamorphosing being
I smile at the warmth of cinnamon
Reminiscent of love yet to be
But somehow always was
Clinging to a hand as familiar as my own
Tripping, eager, path uncharted
Collecting pages to be bound
Days as paragraphs, months as words
Dog-eared, smudged, scribbled margins
Creased and held dear
Erratic heartbeats and breathless scrawls
The story unfolding

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