Lost without Losing


She didn’t say a word more; she preferred silence to solve issues which words could never compensate for. With teary eyes once again, she took his hand and kissed it, holding tightly onto it… “Could I have this last dance and stroll with you…” he fumbled out with a dry throat once more. She just smiled and nodded. Without tunes, without ballads, they danced through most of the time as if stranded on a lonely island, just he and her, no soul to bother nobody to poke, and silently strolled the night Good bye!

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