Saturday

Picture 2

Alby Mangroves's Choice: Picture 2
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This is the way I envisaged it.
I thought I could lie among the purple and sink into the warm blanket of memories.
I imagined closeness to you was only as far as the reach of my hand.
I expected it to be as clear as though it happened yesterday, fresh as the smell of spring bulbs opening on a frosty morning.
I close my eyes and whisper, “I love you, Edward.”
Instead of the golden sun reflected in your endless eyes and the purple blanket of flowers under our bodies, I see the crimson red of my death approaching.
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