There are not many moments in life that are so perfectly cinematic. These are the times you will remember always, the quick flashes of brilliant colored memory that play out behind closed eyelids just before sleep comes for you.
I will remember the way the wind carried the leaves, out and beyond the riverbank to float just inches above swirling water. I will remember how they danced so carefree in the same wind that stole my words and silenced my heart. I will remember her hand on my knee, and how callous she seemed. Choking on my own tongue, drowning in silence and feeling the rush of both love and hatred push through my heart like some twisted tidal rhythm. Later, the rough tick of the unbalanced engine in her car, the cut of my own nails into my palms as I squeezed so hard to keep from crying. The smell of fall mingled with exhaust, blood hot in my face and ears, and how she was careful not to make eye contact when she drove away.
I will always remember, how she never cried.
I will remember the way the wind carried the leaves, out and beyond the riverbank to float just inches above swirling water. I will remember how they danced so carefree in the same wind that stole my words and silenced my heart. I will remember her hand on my knee, and how callous she seemed. Choking on my own tongue, drowning in silence and feeling the rush of both love and hatred push through my heart like some twisted tidal rhythm. Later, the rough tick of the unbalanced engine in her car, the cut of my own nails into my palms as I squeezed so hard to keep from crying. The smell of fall mingled with exhaust, blood hot in my face and ears, and how she was careful not to make eye contact when she drove away.
I will always remember, how she never cried.