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Cloak and DaggerCloak and Dagger by Nyctophobia
It is in the lucid hours before I wake – the dead time between dreams – that I have often thought of you. My mind navigates the crevices of our history with such detached participation that it is only if I listen closely that I can hear your voice, faint and daunting among the shadows.
And I know what you would have said to me, had you been here to say it. With a brisk shuffle of fingers in nylon pockets – the click of a cold metal lighter and the first puff, weak and defenseless against the heavy winter air – you would have looked me straight in the eye and laughed. Because you were never a liar, never one to be subtle or sensitive; and what I have become is a joke.
Absurd as it is, the very thing that broke me then is what I long for now. Your bittersweet laugh, ruckus and outright, tilted and swooned between long thin lips. And the tremor of your skin, always colder than the air; and never quite the sleek airbrushed brown of cover models in June. The way your hair fell across your