After many years of searching, long past the threshold of optimism, a void in my heart is being filled. I see her face and the world scintillates, the sky turns bluer, the air smells purer. I hold her hand and warmth spreads throughout me. I kiss her lips and I am filled with joy. I want to revel in these precious moments, while love is still new.
And then I see him and the color drains from the world. I hold his hand and desperately wish I could give him my strength, a portion of my very life, to help prolong his. I kiss his forehead and have to leave his room for the tears start to stream. And now I fear a new void is incipient. One nothing ever will be able to fill.
The universe is capricious and heartless.
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