Memories
I tried to forget it all, but the memories kept seeping into my conscious mind like an acid leak of an old battery. The scents and sounds that echoed a constant beat within, especially her face etched so clearly now in my thoughts, was a painful reminder of a past not so long forgotten. Oh, what a beautiful face. The long sleek jawline that framed an angelic contour hidden beneath a lurid flame was more than I wanted to remember. But even though the years passed, it was as fresh as a battle wound in the killing fields.
Our younger days were kind to us, especially since I watched her grow through the years. The elaborate dresses that seemed more appropriate on a porcelain doll, eventually transformed into the modern haute couture fashions of the day. Our passing fancy even gradually found its niche from a casual friendship into a romantic love unlike any other. And soon the days became brighter than the desert heat on a hot summer day.
Love is a powerful thing that when held under it grips, a bond so tight would form that not even the gravity of the sun and moon could affect its tide. On a rare occasion though, a disaster so immense could strike, bleeding to the very core of anything considered beautiful. And as the drops fell to the ground, I could see a part of me vanish, watching a lifetime of love, flow like sands from a broken hourglass into the gutter on its way to the barren sea.
I sat and watched as love divided from itself, fell like a withered tree swaying helplessly against the gale. I tried with all my might to save it from falling, to save a thing of beauty, but not even the hands of God could pull this love back to the shore, for it was gone, and I was left alone in a desert of solitude, left to recall all the moments that I tried so dearly to forget. Even the moments of beauty, for when they leave, a haunting dark shadow replaces the once soft, sweet amber glow of yesteryear.
The days grow clearer now, without the grey skies hovering above in familiar fashion. And although my thoughts still tend to revisit the distant past, the future radiates a warmer sense of comfort. A warmer sense of serenity. There are even days when the sun beats warmly against my tired face and I smile, while clutching my chest, knowing that my heart is still whole despite the ravages of time.
Our younger days were kind to us, especially since I watched her grow through the years. The elaborate dresses that seemed more appropriate on a porcelain doll, eventually transformed into the modern haute couture fashions of the day. Our passing fancy even gradually found its niche from a casual friendship into a romantic love unlike any other. And soon the days became brighter than the desert heat on a hot summer day.
Love is a powerful thing that when held under it grips, a bond so tight would form that not even the gravity of the sun and moon could affect its tide. On a rare occasion though, a disaster so immense could strike, bleeding to the very core of anything considered beautiful. And as the drops fell to the ground, I could see a part of me vanish, watching a lifetime of love, flow like sands from a broken hourglass into the gutter on its way to the barren sea.
I sat and watched as love divided from itself, fell like a withered tree swaying helplessly against the gale. I tried with all my might to save it from falling, to save a thing of beauty, but not even the hands of God could pull this love back to the shore, for it was gone, and I was left alone in a desert of solitude, left to recall all the moments that I tried so dearly to forget. Even the moments of beauty, for when they leave, a haunting dark shadow replaces the once soft, sweet amber glow of yesteryear.
The days grow clearer now, without the grey skies hovering above in familiar fashion. And although my thoughts still tend to revisit the distant past, the future radiates a warmer sense of comfort. A warmer sense of serenity. There are even days when the sun beats warmly against my tired face and I smile, while clutching my chest, knowing that my heart is still whole despite the ravages of time.
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