White’s Writing: Our Selfish Days

I remember that time,
that summer,
when nothing mattered in the whole universe;
not the heat… nor the pain
nor the people… down the tragic lane
nothing mattered…
But us.
Only us was what mattered
Only the two

In that small universe we lived
In that small universe was the truth
the lonely, yet…
beyond words,
absolutely beautiful truth.I remember that time
that summer
when to us
nothing mattered
but the fact that we existed

 Oh, How I long for those distant warm…
… selfish days

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