Thursday, April 4, 2013
Walking into the dark, I hear him behind me. Following every step that I make has become his priority. He is the only person that I can depend upon and trust with my life. In the shadows, he proclaims his love for me and I listen to the words that he says with faith as my heart beats passionately inside of my chest. The crisp and cold air of the night fills my lungs and I am tortured not to touch him. I walk away, back into the fray hoping that he will follow, knowing that all along I have been the one. There is a strange sweetness to the night. Flowers blossoming before their time. Picking daisies when I was a child, just to watch them blow into the wind like fine and fragile hints of promises kept. When I arrive home, he is there waiting and watching. I unlock the door, but I never invite him inside. Tonight, I wonder if I am making a mistake. Held at bay, from my distant arms he waits for me to return to fight and to hunt but I am still in awe of his declarations and so, I carry his words with me as they creep about the walls of my home indifferent to what I need or to what I want, only projecting these letters that form the words that he knows I want to hear. How long have I secretly waited for this? There is hidden, a flame forged by everything we have been through together, by every word spoken, by what can never be undone and as I open my front door I think of what is impossible. And I let him inside.
Posted by Hollis Jay