The credits roll down the screen, as an airy, fresh voice echoes near.
Tears fell like rain upon my face, like one sees rain trickle down a piece of glass,
perhaps a window.
I lay upon the couch, remembering his presence beside me, toucing his hair, enveloping his scent.
I was shifting through many memories.. countless times he made me laugh, the life in his smile,
breathed life into my often downcast and lonely spirit.
Many times we spent working long hours upon firelines, and I could hear the melodic noise
of his chainsaw, the sweat pouring down his face..hoping he would make the right decision.
I know it has been necessary to free him from the recesses of my mind, my soul, but love does
strange things...it doesn't just go away by stark willpower, it doesn't go away in less than a year.
Slowly, I am learning to set him free, to be who he is , and I, to learn who I am. It is truly
heartbreaking when the recipient of this care does not feel with parallel passion; but the only
peace I find is knowing someday my love for another will be reciprocated, and the tears that fall upn my face will be tears of joy, tears of gratitude.
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- Deidre
- "No one is as capable of gratitude, as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night."
2 comments:
I understand this, I especially like the line about "not being able to end love with stark willpower"
I miss you
You know what's cool? I hear so much peace in this, even though it's painful. You really have your feet on the ground, dear lady, and it is lovely.
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