Surviving some number of days, though malnourished and creaky..dust trailing off his head, his shoulders as he meanders the nearly vacuumed space of his abode: a man,
now a cocooned version of his former self makes his way down those stairs.
These stairs; yes those,
Of them, she knows.
We rose above the flight.
A space once here,
So near; we fear
This land has lost its might
To crawl back up
And out above
The past,
The time now gone
A place where once
Our life was one
In memory,
In fun.
Such music of thought rings in my mind as I walk in places where her once living impression upon time pressed.
Days carry on as I see times past play in the present.
I see her laid head on my shoulder as I stare at the emptiness beside me.
..her breathing body in blankets deflated where we spoke in blinks and gaze.
I hear her laugh in a kitchen where only the drip and drop of a faucet speaks.
..her soft voice speak in sighs as we sail the black seas within the other's eye. But truly, the faint signs of life beyond are all that creep into the room; destroying silence.
I feel the silk of her skin: her temple hugging mine as I serenade with strings and voice. She serenades with her entirety singing back where that land is dry, desolate, deserted of her trace.
..my rarest smile sear across my face.
You'll be picking up your cousins from Toronto.
Huh..you know... you should stop in Cincinnati because the last time I went to Toronto, I had such a great time there!
She looks up at my beaming face.
Waiiit, who lives in Cincinna.... oooh my gosh..
Yahuah, I gave You praise here. Only you could have crafted such a moment. You started before I even found her voice in my heart. You started with whatever took my mom to that city, and planted that pleasant memory for many uses...but my favorite being to release its recollection at that moment. All praises to Your magnificence, my King.
Seven days of graying days came color.
A couple of days, holding hands and kissing each other, walked into my life and left, leaving me with the delight of seeing my soulmate.
A surprise gift truly given by Eloah to the both of us as if blessed for our devotion.
And blessed we were: savoring those moments as we lived out lives in color once more.
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