I keep thinking back to that night then morning when she
told me she had needed to work things out by having sex with a stranger she met
at the local bar, how shocked I felt, though now after all dark water gone
under the bridge, I realize just how honest she'd been, as if she had inched
open a door to let me peep in to her soul, and I was too stupid to realize how
special that was, not just that moment but others those intimate details she
shared which at the time scared me, while now -- if not enlightened then sad
about how I manage to miss it, losing it all in the blink of an eye with no way
to go back. here on the brink of Extinction as she goes off carrying her
secrets with her and I wonder just who she gets to tell these things to and if
that person understands better than I did, her sharing things she could trust
with no one else, this was the biggest loss, because like a river, the flow
never goes back and all gets lost in the limbo of time, leaving me too stare
after it, ashamed and saddened by it all.
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