At least she had a dog

Dave Grohl - Times Like these

At least she had a dog.

Remember that.  Well... that... and that none can ever take away the dance you danced.  They will forever be full of passion.  Though frozen, it's there.  Every tragedy turns into a comedy given enough time.  And that and all fairy tales will... do... and must I suppose... finally come to an end.

He knew that.  The whole part about her having a dog.  If he knew anything, he knew that.  From the tiny scratches of the nails dissipating down a hidden hallway it had gone to notify, to proclaim of the arrival of one hidden behind a door.

The meeting, he thought.  It didn't have to be... but it did.  He had been prepared.  He picked a card, then another, then... the final one he knew it would be.  It was a pretty card.  It was simple.  But what to write?  This was the question he had to face.

His words would be short.  Inspired by Kerouac he knew "In the end I will find the right words, and they will be simple."  They would be short.  They would be simple.  They would be pure.  Reduce what he knew to what he knew.  A return to nothing more than the essence.  "Continue to chase the horizon in your new year" he wrote.  Then came the kicker... "Thank you for your friendship.  Always," and then he signed his name.  He looked at .  Examined this writing.  Though he had been so careful, forever afraid that his chicken scratch might reflect badly.  It was neat.  It would suffice.  So it would be.

The dog had disappeared.  He did not have much time.  He placed the card in the mailbox.  Should he stay?

He paused.

The door opened.  She was smiling.  Her voice caught in the sing-song of contentment.  Although oil was low, stock prices were high... so her smile made sense.  His Daisy was dressed in the Haute Culture of a Robe and pajamas.  As it was almost 11 o'clock, this I suppose was perfectly normal attire... at least in her world.  Her face, perhaps was punctuated by cold cream.  Her eyes were either covered with a kind of safety glass or perhaps due to a hidden betrayer carried in her genes, she could be wearing glasses now.  Her hair was natural, and she was smiling.

At least she was until she recognized it was him.

Filled with fury, she screeched out.  Her final words were classic.  While before, her silence had left questions it was now the now.  Her words, her actions, revealed her heart.  The careful counting of his words were lost as she ripped the tiny token in half.  Though the romantic in him would love to cling to the prior moments of pause, the spaces in between, he knew that all along he had been nothing,  At least to her.  To grab hold of the future, you have to let go of the past.  So it goes.

In the cold dark he hoped she would remember that she had won.  To that victory she should cling.  If she even bothered to recall.  Bless you Daisy.

But none can ever take away the dance they had danced.

That... and at least she had a dog.