Post by Bast on Jul 9, 2012 10:38:06 GMT -5
.//I hate to show out of the blue uninvited, but I
Couldn't stay away, couldn't fight it
Hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded...\\.
A knock at the door. A familiar face. An echo of memory.
"You..."
An awkward look. "...may I come in?"
"Only for a little while."
A few steps. CLose, too close, not close enough; the distance parts again.
"I heard..."
"I thought..."
Pause.
"They said you were married, now."
"I thought you had died."
Look away. Awkward pause.
"It's been five years, after all."
She glances outside. He follows her gaze.
"I have a son."
"I know."
"He's your son."
A pause.
"I know." A downcast look; the weight of secrecy. "...does the boy know?"
A shake of the head.
"Your husband?"
"Believes he's the father."
"You never told him?"
A look away. "I never found a way..."
Distance, growing stronger now.
"I should go..." A move to leave, a cloud over the room...
"Wait!" A hand, reaching out to grab his. "...stay...? Just... a little longer..."
Eyes meet. Memories, filling the gap. Bittersweet pleasure.
A pause... then he sits down.
"...what is he like?" A glance out the window again.
"Strong. Like his father."
A shared smile.
"Like his mother, you mean?"
"Maybe."
A shared laugh.
"Brave. Kind. He has his father's eyes."
"His mother's smile, I hope."
"So they say."
More distance, closer now.
"...How long this time?" Sadness again.
".....three days. The same as last time..."
"Visit me again?"
"I hope to."
Nothing more to say. Movement; a chair pushed back, followed by another. She catches his hand.
"I..." Near tears. "I wish I had waited."
"I wish I could have stayed."
Too close; too many memories. A dangerous lack of distance. Almost... but she pulls away.
"We can't."
"I know." A pause.
"Tell me... what did you name him? My son..."
She whispers it. A smile.
"A good name..."
He leaves. She sits with her memories.
And he disappears into the distance...
.//Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste...\\.
----
What is the significance, I wonder? Seems like someone isn't quite who they thought...
Couldn't stay away, couldn't fight it
Hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded...\\.
A knock at the door. A familiar face. An echo of memory.
"You..."
An awkward look. "...may I come in?"
"Only for a little while."
A few steps. CLose, too close, not close enough; the distance parts again.
"I heard..."
"I thought..."
Pause.
"They said you were married, now."
"I thought you had died."
Look away. Awkward pause.
"It's been five years, after all."
She glances outside. He follows her gaze.
"I have a son."
"I know."
"He's your son."
A pause.
"I know." A downcast look; the weight of secrecy. "...does the boy know?"
A shake of the head.
"Your husband?"
"Believes he's the father."
"You never told him?"
A look away. "I never found a way..."
Distance, growing stronger now.
"I should go..." A move to leave, a cloud over the room...
"Wait!" A hand, reaching out to grab his. "...stay...? Just... a little longer..."
Eyes meet. Memories, filling the gap. Bittersweet pleasure.
A pause... then he sits down.
"...what is he like?" A glance out the window again.
"Strong. Like his father."
A shared smile.
"Like his mother, you mean?"
"Maybe."
A shared laugh.
"Brave. Kind. He has his father's eyes."
"His mother's smile, I hope."
"So they say."
More distance, closer now.
"...How long this time?" Sadness again.
".....three days. The same as last time..."
"Visit me again?"
"I hope to."
Nothing more to say. Movement; a chair pushed back, followed by another. She catches his hand.
"I..." Near tears. "I wish I had waited."
"I wish I could have stayed."
Too close; too many memories. A dangerous lack of distance. Almost... but she pulls away.
"We can't."
"I know." A pause.
"Tell me... what did you name him? My son..."
She whispers it. A smile.
"A good name..."
He leaves. She sits with her memories.
And he disappears into the distance...
.//Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste...\\.
----
What is the significance, I wonder? Seems like someone isn't quite who they thought...
