I see your reflection caught in the glass window in front of which you are currently standing. There. That look in your eye that says you will break my heart…
I step towards you reaching a hand to your shoulder and feel the distance as my flesh presses your flesh. It’s so easy once you see that there is the inevitable truth: my heart is yours to break over and over and over again if you wish.
I don’t flinch as the words spill from your mouth, ripples of water disturbing the calm. I take it in and nod. You repeat them as if the repetition will further my understanding. Though as I watch the movements of your face I see that the repetition is for your own wellbeing.
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
You say. The cadence of your voice like wind drifting through cherry blossoms. You’re leaving and all I can see is the way the sun dances in the pools of blue that are threatening to spill over on to dry land. I stand and listen because that is what I’m supposed to do a china doll devoid of feeling?
“Do you have anything to say?”
The question startles me into existence. What is there to say? Do I beg forgiveness? Absolve me of these sins… Absolution to grant me into heavenly graces. I crane my neck.
“Well?”
Stunned into silence I reach my hand to sweep it across your cheek. I look into you.
“Please say something. Anything.”
I open my mouth to speak though currently cotton is all that is released.
I love you
I manage the three words so meaningless I can’t even believe them. You stand staring your head cocked to one side a hand upon your hip. Your foot nearly in nervous tapping.
“I love you too, but…”
The words trail off into a path unknown. I mull over the sentence hoping to find a way into the logic that another three letters can say so much without saying anything at all. BUT. It stares at me in staccato shape teasing, questioning. I look to you again for answers you will never know…
silence
