He sat quietly with her, hands clasped, his head low... Thoughts raced through his mind of years past.... And paused on certain memories, moving slow... The love he found, now gone so fast.... In time.....in time... The movie in his mind. The first time his fingers brushed her face... The first time, in dim moonlight, he saw her in lace... The first time they made love... She was his angel from above... The memories of past time.... The movie in his mind. All the softly spoken words, gentle whispers in the air.... Promises made, promises kept in his heart so fair... Closeness, the passion felt between the two... Now gone forever, no more...no more "I love you's..." A broken man sat there and cried... For the movie playing in his mind. Had he done all he could for her tomorrows? Had he caused her any sadness or sorrow...? Had he given all of his heart and soul...? For he realized he was paying the ultimate toll. Today, there were no posters, no billboard, no signs... Advertising the movie playing in his mind. He turned his eyes to her, slow this time... He whispered low, "I remember when you were mine." "Just one last kiss, one last caress...please touch me." "I want to feel you wash over me again, you see..." "Please....please, my love, my life...." "Make this movie real in my mind." He gave her one last touch, one final kiss... But from her, no response...her, he would miss... For as his teardrops landed upon her dry face... He knew she had finally found her place... And another memory of her in the casket this time... Was added to the movie....in his mind. Thursday, September 30, 2004 |
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