Tuesday 17 December 2013

Closure

~"You're a piece of me...How could you disappear like everyone, when you're with me everywhere I go?"~



He held her like a lily wrapped in a silk scarf. Gently and close to his chest. Like a memory that now became a truth of his life. Yet he didn't hold her because she was far from home. So far away that even if her heart craved, the cries would never reach his ears.

She stood back feeling like thirsty sand. Water would soak it full before it left it dry. She felt peace in pain. She knew he had said goodbye. She smiled as she cried. He gave her what no one who had left her life before gave her: Closure.

He had to go to war. Alone. It was a war like no other, because he fought for only one purpose: For his Closure. He promised he would be back alive. But if he didn't, he wanted her right by his side.

She hated those who took him away from his self. They left scars that lasted for ever. But he was a warrior: Scars were his pride. His hurt but his pride. She hated how they took away his heart, took away his trust and most of all, took away his soul. She hated that he had to fight alone. But there was nothing she could do about it.

He raged at her for trying to stop him. He loved her for not giving up on him. He said he was going away for a while and he wouldn't be able to write. He didn't want to. He reminded her that when he held her like a lily wrapped in silk, close to his chest, that it was the best he had felt with her. But it was time to say goodbye.

She felt his arms wrap around her, so gently and protectively. He wasn't really there to do it. Even if he thought of her, his thoughts wouldn't be able to cross those harsh seas to reach her. But she prayed that he remembers her. She prayed that he fights his past. She prayed that he conquers his future. She prayed that when they would meet again, he would smile saying nothing but a million things of happy silences.

They both knew it was goodbye until next time. The heart can't wait for next time, but the mind does and so does the soul. They would look at each other with respect and celebrate what is left of them: a friendship that walks alongside eternity.



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