Once, I said
and you said
the child in me fell in love with the child in you.
We felt destined to meet,
to fall -
faster and faster
spinning out of control
into that moment
in the bitter cold of December
embracing as the wind whipped the flag in the distance,
the clang of the flagpole serenaded a strange moment in Time
and we swore that Something happened in that pause-
Something that meant everything or nothing
or anything….
Why didn’t we stop to wonder about the pause?
The hesitation spoke volumes in our eyes wide with silence.
I think Life flashes before your eyes
not only before Death
but in those moments
where reality and dreaming blend into soft Monet patterns
a place between asleep and wide awake
a place of limitless possibilities
a place usually left untapped
in the drone of our day to day lives.
It was passion and hope,
it was two lost souls desperate for a change in fortune,
and in the end,
it was futile wishing -
sand sliding inescapably through grasping fingertips
that proved intention was merely half the battle.
As you said
time and time again,
actions speak louder than words
and I listened,
even when I looked out the window,
drowning a million miles away.
We learned,
you can not save a drowning man
refusing to relinquish his dead weight,
and you can not combine two souls
carrying the burdens of a lifetime gone wrong.
