I'm reading her this essay right now and I couldn't find a perfect way to say it, so babe, I'm saying it like this:
Yet I thought this day would not once come, but now it's lastly here. Now you're rushing, packing your things. I'm standing here watching you store our moments away deep into the departing darkness till they arrive to a new. Watching you close the door to not only your past, but ours. Tears gently rolling down your face into what seems to be an unbounded leap to the ground that now looks so lenient. This isn't your burden, neither is it mine, we can only blame our superiors. Forced with this devastating change they call better. How is it better when it only benefits them? Performances of selfishness, they think they know what's best, telling us to give it a rest, ruining what possibly is our best.
They are dividing us in half like a math equation. Babe, what if distance lets us drift apart, and then lets us burn and crash? I hope not. Optimistically, I hope this isn't a "goodbye" but a, "see you in a bit," like you said. In the finale of what is our happiness, I'm embracing you tight. Tight like the first time I embraced you on that icy October evening. Holding you like a musician holds their guitar. I'm strumming your body like a major chord. We're being amplified with just the sense of touch that we've constructed a work of art, together we crafted symphonies.
Together we'd play the greatest song known to man, the song of love. At the same time another song would be playing. That song is the memories that will always replay within my subconscious poetic mind. We can't help it, our brains will miss and store those memories, we fiend for them. Just like Rudy Francisco, "I'm no love poet but if I were to certainly write about love, it'd be about you." About how I played my hand of cards like a song of complexity and that I had you in it, the queen of hearts. "If my friends were to ask if you were my girlfriend, I'd say no. She is my musician, and well for me? I'm her favorite song."
1 comments:
LOVE LOVE LOVED the piece. I seriously thought it was absolutely brilliant. You are a one of a kind writer. I found it so clever that you compared a woman's body to an instrument, and how you crafted yourself as the musician and she as your song. The piece was emotional and gave such great symbolism. I want to read it again it was so good! Definitely one of my favorite pieces I have heard/read from anyone in Creative Writing all year. Props.
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