She said it ended –
Prematurely – finally – thankfully –
It was one of a kind. Surely, it was extraordinarily different.
It was two-sided, sometimes three, but mostly lopsided.
It was unsteady, see-saw-like, reckless, but it fulfilled her
Needs. She needed it more than he did.
He knew that; she knew he knew that, too.
But who cares about wet eyes and a snotty nose after the world’s
Who cares about the loveless stares and the commoner’s touch?
Who sees when the color fades from the picture and the fire in his eyes vanishes?
After all these years, his love became like water – essential yet deadly. She mastered the skill of carrying water in a basket – a notable feat!
She was doused in his love but managed to uncover parts of herself that were blotted out, like a messy piece of art
With her tools, she began to clean up the mess
Taking light from the Sun, she enhanced the beauty in the lines
She removed nothing from the old, just chipped away at the dry, crooked walls
She spent weeks anointing every space of her newly restored parts, pouring love and adoration into every orifice,
Singing homecoming songs and dancing happily and out of tune,
She was chasing away the waterfalls,
Chasing every storm cloud and every crashing thunder to the furthest skies
She needed to be safe from drowning, she needed a period of drought to find a natural spring.
When the work was done, she smiled; she was the woman she dreamt she would be.
So she vanished like the fire from his eyes, never to return.
She learned that, sometimes, the Heart becomes the trickster, leaving the Brain flooded with fluffy details.
Eventually, the fluff clears, and the Brain will witness the Heart’s demise and end it –
Prematurely – finally – and thankfully.