Twenty-five years. Water under the bridge carried youth, beauty, energy, downstream. Battered blue on boulders, dragged along abrasive sandy bottoms, beaten into submission by life’s harsh winds.
Twenty-five years. She was perfection. I was perfection reflected in her eyes. All brightness and clarity. It was living in the moment and breathless wonder. It lasted but a second and then it was done. Done in the physical, but never really done.
Twenty-five years. Clutching each other, etching the moment forever…imprinting memory…the desperation, the need, the sorrow….the love. We said we would meet again in twenty-five years.
Twenty-five years. Today it is twenty-five years. Will we see the other marked by the wreckage of time’s inevitable journey or will we perceive, buried under the rubble of life’s flow, the glow of youth and hope?
Twenty-five years. Heart pounding, breath short. All brightness and clarity.
THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN.