愛永々
She watched him leave in the brightest colors you could ever imagine. The descending sun almost touched the horizontal line, when they hugged. It was one of her longest hugs in her life. Moreover, she didn’t feel that she was hugging specie of man, just now, he was just a person, one of those you do not really look at as a hot guy or a cute girl. He is just a friend, a wonderful friend.
She looked at the sky. The sun was half down, and the tears were streaming down both faces. One tried to hide them, as a real man; the other one was quiet, yet, there could be a river made, that would never ever stop flowing.
It disappeared… and they took their hands off. One look was enough, but that was a darn long look, like that long-lasting mascara, you know, that lasts, and lasts, and lasts…
He turned and walked off, it was impossible to stand all evening long and stare at each other, when you were supposed to be on a plane at a certain time. The sun wasn’t in the sky anymore, however pink, violet, bourbon, and velvet were reflected in the sad gray eyes.
They walked different paths. He – into the car, she – to the bench. Each one was thinking about the same. There was only one thing on both minds. As there was the same one on everyone else’s. They didn’t want to part the hands, with which so strongly was made the circle. The prayer was strength, invisible thread gathered them. Nothing could cut it. Even in thousand years. Yet, that moment, no one wanted to lose touch contact. It had to last much longer.
* * *
She hugged her at the airport. There was no sunset, there was no circle of hands, there were some, but those some could compensate a thousand. She didn’t want to let her go as well. Yet, as moment went after moment, she was made to. They looked into each other’s faces; hardly distinguished “good-bye” had slipped from their lips. Oh, how they hated that word now, how the wished not to have to say it. But the life was not kind to them every day. They had to make hard ways and passes, just like in the game. Except this wasn’t a game. They had to make a pass… It was one of the hardest ones.
She watched the other one go. She was tempted to drop the bags, shout “stop” and … what? What next, what could she do after? Absolutely nothing, nothing at all. So there was no option. Whatever way they’d choose, the life would get what it wants from them.
She silently watched. That friend didn’t want to move, she made one step at a time, and she would trip over the people’s feet, as her head was turned the other way. She didn’t see in front of her, she watched someone behind. That look! You’d give a million for it. So much said in it.
She watched her disappear, and the face…was dry. She felt so much inside, that there was nothing left for outside.
They left, she was alone. “See you in heaven” - were the last words they exchanged. And as much as they kept all their promises, they were going to shoot for that one, as well.
Some things are to forget; otherwise they shall poison your life. The others – are not to forget, for the same darn reason. Life is a complicated thing, and you have to cope with it. And shoot for the main.
For that you live. For that you die. What can be altered?
She looked at the sky. The sun was half down, and the tears were streaming down both faces. One tried to hide them, as a real man; the other one was quiet, yet, there could be a river made, that would never ever stop flowing.
It disappeared… and they took their hands off. One look was enough, but that was a darn long look, like that long-lasting mascara, you know, that lasts, and lasts, and lasts…
He turned and walked off, it was impossible to stand all evening long and stare at each other, when you were supposed to be on a plane at a certain time. The sun wasn’t in the sky anymore, however pink, violet, bourbon, and velvet were reflected in the sad gray eyes.
They walked different paths. He – into the car, she – to the bench. Each one was thinking about the same. There was only one thing on both minds. As there was the same one on everyone else’s. They didn’t want to part the hands, with which so strongly was made the circle. The prayer was strength, invisible thread gathered them. Nothing could cut it. Even in thousand years. Yet, that moment, no one wanted to lose touch contact. It had to last much longer.
* * *
She hugged her at the airport. There was no sunset, there was no circle of hands, there were some, but those some could compensate a thousand. She didn’t want to let her go as well. Yet, as moment went after moment, she was made to. They looked into each other’s faces; hardly distinguished “good-bye” had slipped from their lips. Oh, how they hated that word now, how the wished not to have to say it. But the life was not kind to them every day. They had to make hard ways and passes, just like in the game. Except this wasn’t a game. They had to make a pass… It was one of the hardest ones.
She watched the other one go. She was tempted to drop the bags, shout “stop” and … what? What next, what could she do after? Absolutely nothing, nothing at all. So there was no option. Whatever way they’d choose, the life would get what it wants from them.
She silently watched. That friend didn’t want to move, she made one step at a time, and she would trip over the people’s feet, as her head was turned the other way. She didn’t see in front of her, she watched someone behind. That look! You’d give a million for it. So much said in it.
She watched her disappear, and the face…was dry. She felt so much inside, that there was nothing left for outside.
They left, she was alone. “See you in heaven” - were the last words they exchanged. And as much as they kept all their promises, they were going to shoot for that one, as well.
Some things are to forget; otherwise they shall poison your life. The others – are not to forget, for the same darn reason. Life is a complicated thing, and you have to cope with it. And shoot for the main.
For that you live. For that you die. What can be altered?