sometimes sweetness drips down into your hand. sometimes your hand touches a face and it's just that there's a fire dying out in the fire pit and the lights are reflecting off of water and you've got that sweetness in your hand. and that's all it is is sweetness in your hand for just a moment.
and sometimes, though this is seperate, someone else tries to wash that sweetness off of your hands. for themselves. and they say that it is for you, but it is mostly for them. because it was only a sweet moment for you. one you wanted to enjoy. and you do your best to understand and so do they. but you wonder at these things. it's only human either way you look i suppose. just dangerous to get too precious about things.
and the contrast is suddenly stunning to you. one more thing settles and you let him sit with it. no need to defend or align yourself with him. you never did either of you any favours that way.
i drove by it all on my way home.
3 comments:
A very poetic desription of a happy moment fading away, you sounded sad about a fleeting moment which may have not been what it seemed, but the understanding you display simplifies the basic need to hang onto precious things, and I agree it can be dangerous, I absolutly love your writing, I sound like a broken record but I really do, nice
thanks Lloyd!! it's really nice for me to hear that you like my writing. thanks.
I hoped I would see you online tonight, but alas, it wasn't to be.
Thank you for watching my cats. You are due at my house for some Sobey's Cheesecake when you can escape the call of work.
And I too like your writing.
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