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In the Sunlight of Your Aura
Prose Poetry
The sunshine feels like you on summer days like these that take me back to all those years past.
You were the muse for a season, and I was the artist craving anything you could offer me.
Every lingering look cast a spark, a flame, a burn — but I was all too willing to let the ache of you settle in for spare moments that felt like glimpses of eternity.
By winter, you were gone, gone, gone — but I had the scars to prove the whole thing wasn’t just a July mirage.
I wish I still had your hand to hold on quiet nights while the waves lap at the shoreline.
You were sunlight and sugar-sweet promises and secrets hidden in the attic.
It was too easy to imagine forever with someone like you.
But we weren’t meant to last. Your glow faded, dimming, as summer’s end drew near.
I didn’t know how to make our magic last beyond a few weeks.
The impossible and the improbable made me more of a coward than I had ever been before or since.
I let you go because I thought that was what you wanted — and I still hold every single regret locked in a box within my heart.
