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Sep. 25th, 2005 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eliyesGoing through my cache of wordfiles looking for a aparticular poem I'd written, I found some things to post. Here's the first.
I wanted to pay you a visit today.
I went to the place where you had had so much fun, to the place you used to live, and keep all your bright and secret things around you.
It was dusty.
I remember your joy from the hours you had spent there, bringing in new trophies like a proud hunter, looking at everything you’d found to go over your glories and relive the happiness. All those things you’d read.
Strangely, I couldn’t find anything to read. The pictures on the walls gave me no comfort, and many were broken in their frames.
What happened? Where did the life go? Did you get frustrated with the clutter? Were you lured away by some new place to keep your trophies and interesting things?
As I stood there, in the dusty remains of your lair that was my sanctuary because of what you had made it, I tried to comprehend that you were not there. And then a terrible thought gripped me.
What if, in this new place you may be, there was no space for me? What if you had decided to throw away all your old things, completely abandon the life that had been? What if, away from this once happy place, you were no longer the person I had known?
I was seized by a fit of panic, my heart jumping, my breath sticking in my throat.
Change can cause such fear.
But then, suddenly, the dust swirled around my feet. A breeze was blowing – from where, I had not seen, but looking now I spotted a crack in the wall. From here came this breath of outside air, and a bit of sunlight.
The room inhaled again, and I moved forward, and stopped as I head the unfamiliar creak of the floor. And then, much fainter than the creak, I head a marvelous sound. Laughter.
Your laughter.
I froze. You were nearby? Had you not entirely abandoned this place, which, to eyes whose shock was fading, had obviously been broken somehow?
I turned, and you were in the door behind me, and you gave me that warm, surprised smile. As your eyes turned from me, though, they turned sad. I realized that for you, regarding this empty place – yes, that was how it felt: empty – was more painful than it was for me.
You drew me away, to a new place, where all the treasures you had rescued were now hidden and displayed.
I understand, now. You had no choice. You had to move.
9/12/2003 1:07:05 PM
I wanted to pay you a visit today.
I went to the place where you had had so much fun, to the place you used to live, and keep all your bright and secret things around you.
It was dusty.
I remember your joy from the hours you had spent there, bringing in new trophies like a proud hunter, looking at everything you’d found to go over your glories and relive the happiness. All those things you’d read.
Strangely, I couldn’t find anything to read. The pictures on the walls gave me no comfort, and many were broken in their frames.
What happened? Where did the life go? Did you get frustrated with the clutter? Were you lured away by some new place to keep your trophies and interesting things?
As I stood there, in the dusty remains of your lair that was my sanctuary because of what you had made it, I tried to comprehend that you were not there. And then a terrible thought gripped me.
What if, in this new place you may be, there was no space for me? What if you had decided to throw away all your old things, completely abandon the life that had been? What if, away from this once happy place, you were no longer the person I had known?
I was seized by a fit of panic, my heart jumping, my breath sticking in my throat.
Change can cause such fear.
But then, suddenly, the dust swirled around my feet. A breeze was blowing – from where, I had not seen, but looking now I spotted a crack in the wall. From here came this breath of outside air, and a bit of sunlight.
The room inhaled again, and I moved forward, and stopped as I head the unfamiliar creak of the floor. And then, much fainter than the creak, I head a marvelous sound. Laughter.
Your laughter.
I froze. You were nearby? Had you not entirely abandoned this place, which, to eyes whose shock was fading, had obviously been broken somehow?
I turned, and you were in the door behind me, and you gave me that warm, surprised smile. As your eyes turned from me, though, they turned sad. I realized that for you, regarding this empty place – yes, that was how it felt: empty – was more painful than it was for me.
You drew me away, to a new place, where all the treasures you had rescued were now hidden and displayed.
I understand, now. You had no choice. You had to move.
9/12/2003 1:07:05 PM
