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A bump and a jostle awaken me from my lull. The faces around me stare inexorably fowards, Some people are chattering pedantically to each other, Some fanatically. I remember being thicker then. I also remember the rush of blood to my face when I saw her.

Her hair everywhere, answering the door in her big Mickey tee. for that moment all life on earth stopped. There were only toe two of us. I in my baggy jeans and tee. Her standing there flawless in her wrinkled shirt and sleep mashed hair. There was a flutter in my viscera. More blood rushed to my head. All the things the wise old Mexican woman had told me, Screaming min my brain

Still, still, still, that day was

My heart had grown so fond from all the absence

We embraced. Such sweet simplicity, such sweet emotion. Tangled like kite string in a tree.

Her naked silhouette, my racing heart, love at the speed of life, I held her small hands inside my own, both our body's slick with perspiration, thom yorke crooning to us from the stereo, my head resting on her waist, staring up into her big blue eyes.

We were one, and my absence from her has made me so fond.