Wednesday, July 23, 2014

love affair / tragedy / suffering / yoga


An Ending:

The silence in the elevator had her taking the stairs, as unthinking, a quick tear begins to start. The tear, working its way out of her consciousness over time, soon dries up on the marble floor of the office building, fighting to hold on, yet fighting to let go. Walking down the hallway as if it is the most traumatic walk of her life. The time has really come to say "goodbye", as a powerful Amazing Grace plays inside her head. Covering her tear deep under the dirt of the corridor, feeling the echo of trumpets of a love affair now over. She will miss the dimples in his cheeks, and the soft feel of his lips on hers. His hands now only a memory of how they crossed over her body, playing music on her breasts.
      Looking out from the tenth floor window, from the leather burgundy chair he was so accustomed to be being serviced in, as he watches the sands of time continue to fall. His now trembling hand fumbling at his zipper, pants, as he gets dressed, he is no longer able to turn the hourglass over. She is gone. Gone from his zipper, his office, his life, the silence she left is the most powerful scream he has ever heard. Pouring a glass from the bottle of Jameson he kept on the shelf, staring out the window with nothing but hope, crying with everything but his tears. It is over, she is gone, and nothing can now conquer his loss. She, herself, peers up at his window, walking along the avenue, seeking the comfort to her loss in the clouds above. Tragic death of a love affair, as they suffer together, as their organs weep, as they move away from one another.

KC~~

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