The night has so many faces. At times she is a friend, companiable and close as you walk in friendly silence. Other times she is a lover, the air slipping like silk sheets around you, tender. Tonight she was bitter, turning away when you tried to catch her glance and the coldness clutched your heart so that you could not breathe, and the harshness of the wind brought tears to your eyes.
There were times at night when I sat at my window staring out at the moon’s waning girth and smooth sallow light and the loneliness that took me was so fierce and startling that it winded me. I tried to put my arms about myself to imagine that it was you instead but moonlight showed up my feeble attempts for what they were. Who could have known that that kiss in the doorway was to be our last? But it hardly matters anymore.
Unsurprisingly, the solitude of the night has not passed as you have from my life. We are after all, alone…even as we try to surround ourself with sound and touch, smell and sight. When night falls- the world becomes as it truly is- a void. And you with your outstretched arms, let darkness fall like rain and know that the feeling in your heart is just one more night calling out to the one without.
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July 29, 2007 at 12:01 pm
Beautiful. And yet that one night will never come again. Some nights may seem alike but they are never the same and can only help evoke memories. -Louise