Everything will be

A field.
Vast.
I stand.
You stand.
I’ll produce an awkward turtle, but you wouldn’t see.
After all, if you don’t look, how could you see?
We take a deep breath and stare ahead.
Our eyes won’t meet though…
and not because one of us is smaller.
You whisper something.
too soft, too short, two nothings…
I’ll whisper back.
You won’t hear it,
but I’ll pretend you did.
voices unheard, desires misunderstood…
can something break the silence? a splash.
We stand,
no longer in a field.
On a worn bridge,
the once sturdy planks deteriorate.
You close your eyes,
a tear glissades down your cheek.
I’ll see it,
but I’ll pretend I didn’t.
I’ll look down
and gaze upon my creation.
another plank falls down,
my stream of thoughts below…
“this was designed to last…”
… I should’ve taken architecture.
The plank hits the stream…
a splash of images,
memories I don’t want to see.
memories making this harder…
memories of laughter,
memories of everything.
…
an epiphany.
…
I’ll lift my head.
You’ll open your eyes.
You’ll look forward.
Our eyes will meet.
Tears will still fall,
no longer sad though.
We’ll reach out-
bridge fades away…
we’ll fall…
embrace.
drifting slowly
…
No longer a stream,
An ocean…
The water is so clear,
I can see for miles.
I can see you.
Your eyes,
Your smile.
A familiar warmth.
let this last... 

 

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