Hiroshima was upon us already, we just didn’t want to admit it. Once upon a time. Once upon.. many times.
I wasn’t perfect.
He wasn’t either.
But we had a good time back then… and it started to rapidly fade to a distant memory. What once were treasured gems of…
It brings me back to that scene in Big Fish. Time.. just..
I don’t know if he will ever get over the taste in his mouth leftover from a love now lost by the wayside. Of one light that shined so brightly.. if only for a short while.
Tonight is the vigil.
Of that one last breath before we go into the water. Sinking deep under the surface and looking up at the light from below.
Deeper deeper. Until we’re as light as air ready to surface with an even bigger zest than once before.
I close my eyes and click my heels. But it will never be the same. It never was the same after…
There was something drawing about him. His words graced through whom he spoke to so effortlessly. He held his head high but remained true to himself. He was not apologetic. He was not always kind. But he was wise and driven. And he took notice of her.
In the end, no one was innocent. No one ever is.
That was the night the domino fell.
And it was all her doing. It was all my doing.
Honesty does not give you a by to do whatever you please. If anything I’ve learned to some degree, there are things better left unsaid. Things better left undone. Things left to the imagination. Etcetera Etcetera.
I’m a hypocite. When I set my sights on something, the worst words in the world are “no” and “wait.” I’ve grown patient at the same time I learned when to be immpatient.
There were two nametags from an event shared together on my wall. One day, they fell. Just like the tack.. I wondered if something was about to happen. My gut told me it was. I think we both knew but didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Tonight will be your vigil.
To be Continued