3:40 am

Awakened by something that has been absent since he first arrived in her life, she blindly reaches for her clock to confirm the hour. Realizing, that for the first time, she’d do anything to rouse him from sleep, reach out to him and talk, expel her laments, but that is no longer in the realm of possibilities. It seems as though a million moments were wasted, even though millions more were plucked lovingly from the here and now, even the in between.

A beautiful silver cord, woven of dreams and fantasy, reality and necessity, had done what seemed impossible and stretched out between the miles, connecting and binding two lost souls. At first, her walls were impenetrable, but swiftly and expertly, he brought them down. The truth is, she WANTED them down. She wanted HIM to bare his mighty battle axe and destroy them, bit by bit, leaving her raw and exposed, only for him, to show him, and PROVE to him, that once and for all she was ready, she WANTED to be standing there before him, naked, bleeding her past, vulnerable, open and prepared to fight her demons to the death, and give him the place in her soul she had long ago buried and mourned.

For her soul, she no longer mourns, he had repaired it, gently, lovingly, with the beautiful cord of silver connecting them, he expertly wound it round and round the tattered remains. Making it better, stronger: he healed. Became one with it. Removed the vile, blackened emptiness and replaced it with an eternity of love, for lifetimes to come, indestructible to time and fate…or so she foolishly believed…

That perfectly beautiful silver cord now waits expectantly for the occupant at the other end to return. Floating weakly in the in between, it dies more with each passing minute. The beauty and trust that had been its origin slowly fades away and that cord becomes dull and tattered. It floats blindly in the dreams that have turned grey…

Y.E.S 2013

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