Too Late For A DreamA Story by Ms. Starr
Five years later.
I always knew I'd see you again. Music starts. I close my eyes. A dance floor and a mingling of familiar strangers separates us. I know you by the way your hair falls over your neck, the way you stand, your poise and a confidence that no one knows exists or not. I walk over to you, no mistakes. You're there on your own, you're in a world where you're aware of everything. A touch of the shoulder, you turn. You're wearing a mask. I know your eyes. I'm so nervous. You smile. Music floats about the air, I take your hand. I remember everything. Your hands; I remember your skin. Everything's slow, and nothing is quite right. My face is in your hair. Whispers: "Why hello. I've missed you terribly." Your lips are at my ear. Your body is close to mine, your arms are around me, just like before. I never thought we'd be this way again. In just a moment I can feel your lips on my cheek, your hands in my hair, your eyelashes flutter on mine. I can see your smile and your laugh is in my ear and your breath is sweet on my tongue. Distance and time; distance and time; loss and lies; loss and lies; why don't I hate you? You're eyes are bright on mine. All that I've lost. Teasing and kisses; burns and blisters; I was never enough; was I? You're too close. We've been too far. Is this right? "Tell me." All secrets must stay, I can't bear to let this go, now you're here please don't go. My tongue forms the words, your lips stop my breath. There, then; Here, now. Repeat, again. Do you understand? I never thought I'd see you again. So many words unspoken. I'm so glad now you know. Everything's right now, isn't it? Then, between, now, still. No more confusion or wondering. I'm so glad I got to tell you. I got a second chance! I love you. I got to tell you... The music stops. They close the lid. I open my eyes. The mingles disperse. We weren't seen. I blink and in the dark you kiss me. Everyone's gone. This isn't right. I walk up to you. Five years later. I always knew I'd see you again. "I love you." You don't hear me. I never told you. I lean down and kiss your coffin. © 2010 Ms. Starr |
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1 Review Added on October 10, 2010 Last Updated on October 10, 2010 AuthorMs. StarrMAAboutI enjoy writing. I don't do it enough. I'm unmotivated, uninspired, and have learned that unless you are deemed important or special enough for modern society, your words will generally go unheard. I'.. more..Writing
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