it's got something to do with seeing you.

some flashlight strikes through; with a rush, inevitable..

i remain, breathing in slow-mo.

red and white's harsh howling faded hearts and thoughts away*

i felt you no longer.

then,

frisk of a finger was the spark.

green touched the core, hearts bloomed, the search began

for the millimetric coastline

where lips long awaited to find one another..

*pearl jam - elderly woman behind the counter in a small town