"This fountain of mine flows through you."
"And so it does," he replied
Holding her hand ever so softly
He was wrought with a finite yet seemingly endless stream of 'memories'
The allure of her gentle yet forward gaze
The tingle of her skin and feel of her breath at just the lightest touch
Her covert indifference to his sanity
And having to make room for the absurdity
From the barter of amorphous thoughts through the night
To the occasional delight found in the rhythmic fall of raindrops
On the verdure outside
As the warmth of their shared nakedness kept them underneath the covers
A week, a month, a year, now five
All started to fade away, and her face was but a blur
He found himself engulfed in a haze
And he could grudgingly hear its last beat
After its insistent pounding
His dreamer's heart finally ceased its flailing hold over his essence
And through the crevice that was his partially closed window curtain
His eyes, barely open, were stung by daylight
"And so it does," he sighed
Glancing at the bedside, that was once graced by her
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