a look into my past lives

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we dart behind bushes - the snow is light, falling on your shoulders, bathing you in an ice blue glow. your laugh is like bluebells in the spring; your head turns to look at me and my heart almost stops. it is cold, but the adrenaline of sneaking away warms us on this winter night. i grab your hand and pull you into a doorway - an abandoned church, the graveyard melancholy but our happiness fills the air and it is as though the ghosts are dancing with us tonight. you twirl and twirl, your dress spins in the sparkling air and your head tilts back: a mischievous grin slips onto your lips as you grasp my head in your hands. i am warm, tingling, your eyes are bright with mirth. we should be heading back, murmur unwillingly leaving my lips. you sigh - the cold air materialises in your breath and i imagine every bad thought leaving you until you are as happy as you make me. a slow nod and laughter, we are dancing through the graves with the ghosts of past lovers. maybe this isn’t possible now, but the future versions of us will always find each other - a whisper in your ear as we share our warmth one last time. i’ll find you again, a promise floated into the bittersweet waltz of our breaths.