Aftermath

Beneath the weight of that Decisive Moment, your mind rifles for a memory of me. ... a waltzing illusion of whispered lashes upon tear-stained cheeks. Slippery images of half grins and muddied promises left outside the door to find their own way. I’ve met untempered currents that dragged you beneath monochromatic layers of near death. I’ve raged against the forces that checked your wings, the pale blue of your gaze adrift on low tide that missed the shadow of me loving you. I hear your voice still, in words left for me. Alone. And I hear time abysmal. And time rules our worlds. So I wait.