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.
