#cinematic memory

You are a mirror. A reflective surface showing light in the flesh. Whether atoms apart or light years away, is of little consequence, you’ve staked your claim. Not a day goes by, you are not thought of. Though afar, your light beams down on me. The lump on my throat is as fidgety as a cliffhanger holding on to dear life, mustering every ounce of strength, gripping the branch tightly, heart…