Separations

1. Medusa

She drifted in and out of consciousness. In the haze of dawn, she realizes the strangeness, an otherness. A curious thing to find a body next to her, sleeping like a child not afraid of monsters under the bed. She stared at him, remembering the intensity of his eyes a few hours earlier, and she rises, but his fingers are caught in her hair. She untangles. This memory she did not want.

There is however, a moment of hesitation. 'What is this deep slumber, how does he surrender to the unknown?' This thought had crossed her mind earlier when they first met, then later, when they stumbled into each other... 'Does he not hear the seas raging in my head, is he not afraid of drowning? Isn't this too close for his comfort? My comfort? Is this all a dream?'

She liked him, maybe she loved him. But that was something she didn't think much about. So she let him be. Sleeping, but not stone. No more kisses. And no kiss goodbye. She slithered out of bed untangling her dark hair from his grasp.

2. Her Song

If only you would wake up
and see the distance between us
You'd close the space with rain on this desert

If only you would sleep
and dream about the ocean
You'd start a fire and blame me for the burn

Then maybe
you'd swim
and run
and run
to hide
here in New York
and find

If you follow the silence in the song
You just heard
All the words
I did not say

When I ran away.

3. And then...

Sometimes love is only a figment of your imagination. Sometimes love just is - something that can't be expressed, can't be fulfilled, can't be had - something that passes you by and settles on other people. All you have is the memory of the feeling that drifted by.

And then all you remember is the loss - how you let things slip out of your hands when you had the chance to hold on. The one who you let go. And who let you go.