I felt it before it came. I felt it long after.
The air trembled. It rippled through my core and stopped my breath, for a moment. For a moment… I thought it was you.
It was you.
I stared at the giant trees towering on the horizon like sentries guarding my deciduous heart, shielding the haunting winds of pain rolling across the ocean from a past I’d long sailed away from.
I had burned the map.
Having kept it, attached and patched, for so long…now my heart was falling, lining your meandering path in dead veins that crumble under the weight of your being. I watched, frozen in place, while you strolled over me, like I was never there. True…I was never there before.
My voice is too weak. You do not hear over your own tears. You follow your heart to where you remember me. My hands emerge from the earth reaching like roots for you, for a brief touch, just long enough that you feel me…
You only trip.
The lightning cast shocking strobe images of your face in my retinas; it seared pictures in my soul of a man I swore would never come back. But you did. I have waited. The petrification had set in and I had resigned.
Now to only come back to life.
Too late — parallel universes of mirrored regrets playing games, a dance in the firmament; always to see, forever to feel, never to have.
You were looking for me in all the wrong right places.
Turn around. I’m under. I’m over. I’m next to. I’m everywhere.
Just close your eyes and see.
I felt you before you came. I will feel you long after.
~ Em C.
It was a pleasant surprise to have requests for more prose after my last one, so here’s a little brain play for you tonight. Hope you like it. Feedback always welcome.