Unorganized, I coax out of memories these images, forgetful though I always was... feet balancing upon the falen trees, walking upon the stairs of heaven. Carressing the soles of your feet, broken. Always, you were always uneven, trying to hide the truth that I could still see inside your eyes. I'm trying to speak, speak words that will touch you. Bring you closer.
I remember it all, even while last night's dinner is forgotten. How could I forget?
The crazy craving for adventure, wanting to step where no one else has stepped. I followed you out on that ledge, we both saw death below us. You showed no fear, and though I was terrified, I followed you anyways. We left the others behind.
I miss you, but our words don't seem to mix. I can't hear you anymore. That was the one thing I wanted you to understand. Why I'd stay up late at night, writing what you thought were meaningless words.
I was obssesed with the way I walked in your wet footprints. We were never far from the water, always needed a way to escape. No matter how dangerous. But I wanted you to look back and smile. You never did. And neither did I. I'm sure there were things I could have said, done, to help ease the pain. Even though I was always there for you, I never told you so.
They don't know, because they don't have these memories. They can't recognize the differences. They call me crazy, when I take off my shoes to walk in the grass. I'm just trying to remember you. The feelings bring it back. The soft blades of green reminding me of those jagged rocks, the burning concrete. I followed you, but what you really needed was someone to follow. If only you had turned around, I'd have been glad to take you someplace new.

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