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Thursday, October 02, 2003
There are a dozen roses in a makeshift vase on the dresser. A single bite of cheesecake remains in the fridge, Much like the memories of the previous night still linger. Unlike the food, This memory won’t be consumed and disappear. I remember… We sat together on a bench in the park, Looking over the pond at starlight. The constellation, Orion, is finally back in the sky… And despite the close presence of Mars still, My body becomes more at ease. If there is one constellation I yearn for over the summer months, It is Orion. It brings back memories of chilling winter mornings where I would walk alone. Snow on the ground. Breath hung in the air. Lost in quiet reverie. It is warmer here. The sky grows milky with clouds… But the stars that map out Orion remain bright. I hold his hand as we drive back. Its quiet until the radio is turned on. My hand surfing the air currents out the window as we drive. We’re almost home. Things have been hard between us. Nothing is perfect. Things will be alright… We can keep going. I squeeze his hand. Just like a paperback novel… Lets rewrite an ending that fits. Wednesday, October 01, 2003
It started with a sore throat. At first I thought the lemonade was just too acidic as it clung to the back. When I woke up that morning, It was like a wad of cotton and razor blades jammed in there. For the first time in three years I lost my stomach contents that day. The passing of that cold seems like a blur now. The pain is still amazingly clear in my memory. I still cringe. Thusly, This explains my absence. This is not an excuse. I’ve been tired. I’ve been sick. I’ve also been trying to take care of Ryan, Who also fell to the illness. Waking up today, The both of us are in the best condition we’ve been for the past few days. Even though we’ve not slept as much. Damned coughing. This morning, The air is moist and relieving. And today starts like every other Wednesday. Early. Only there is something more. Ryan will be gone almost the entire day today, As he usually is. That is nothing unusual. I will be waiting and lonely as it so happens on these days. But today… Today, is a mark in our lives. It has been a long time since that fated day on the phone when I whispered the first words of my heart to him. Six months. An anniversary. I credit Ryan with having the strong perseverance that has allowed us to remain. I hope someday he will know my appreciation for all that he has done. I hope he can see some of it now. Happy anniversary my dear. |
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