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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