It was the day we earned our 16-bit heartbeats
We closed our eyes and it was suddenly night
When we opened we had broken our teeth
There were no marks
Grey walls bore our names
Our fingers kept grazing
We stopped and stood
We stared because we were startled
Not because of the perverse pleasure in watching ourselves let go
But because of the most sincere of feelings.
Doubt.
We denied ourselves family
We doubted our ability to remember
We shut out the feverish pounding of the rain
When we walked down that hill
I nearly held your hand without feeling I'd fall over
But that was only once
Once is enough for now
But barely manages to fill the gap that always tends to leave behind.
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