Fleetwood Mac - Landslide (Official Music Video)
He had approached so slow. Soft. Sweet. To no avail.
She struck out. As hard as she could. Glancing blow. If it were not for the earnest howling fear she held in her eyes he might have laughed. Instead, on the inside, his heart crushed. This was a look he never wanted to see. It cut him hard. Deep. To the quick.
Love till it kills you, or you kill it.
He had done it,. On both sides. This look was something he wanted to save her from, and here he was the cause. He had held on tho the gossamer wings of the impossible, now he did little more than plummet back to earth. An earth that would destroy him and his Icarus wings. To close to the sun he had flown. Now he would pay the price.
Or was it her.
Standing so elegant, in the middle of her road. Her bathrobe was a fluffy white. Perhaps a bit out of place at 11 o' clock a.m., but who was he to judge. One fist curled. Defiance? Defense? Threat? He was walking to his car. Did it matter.
The great halls of Kathmandu were closed. Forever. Primal heat that had forged their hearts would be forgotten. Infinitesimal worlds that erupted with life in the smallest of spaces distancing them would be silenced. Cries of joy as his hand danced along her supple curves so sweet,. Waiting, longing, forevermore. Though life cries for life, she was more than happy to watch those voices go mute.
Perhaps
When he deleted her number, he silenced them as well. Don't misunderstand. The voices were glorious. He knew he could not hear them sing songs crying from the darkness.
They meant nothing to her.
Unless they did.
But others began to draw songs from the darkness. Never as elegant. Never as sweet.
So it goes.
Only in the shadows would she stand and remember.
For a moment.
