A Prose by vuriz


Author: vuriz
Created: April 15, 2018 at 04:14 pm
Upload Type: Prose, G (All)  
Category: Fiction | Romance | Fantasy
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments and 27 views

Throwing Stones  

I want to write “I miss you” on a stone and throw it to the bottom of the sea, never to be seen again, or remembered. May my demons be your delight. At midnight, in bed, I remember it all to well, and I die a little bit inside. It’s always the small things——-those restive eyes, the scent of campfire smoke in your hair, rainy day drives in the country, as the radio played one perfect song after another——- me writing you lousy lovestruck poems, cool sheets, warm skin, that one naive moment in time when we believed the outside world could do us no harm….Cause we had the temerity to carve out our own world.


Together we discovered hidden record stores, secret rundown coffee houses, dusty used bookstores—-places that belonged to a different time and place, places best suited for leper romantic's.


For a while, we escaped a world that spurned the likes of us. By providence we found one another, someone to belong to——-something to believe in——-we wandered into that indescribable web of love——-my chest filled with hallelujah-


We turned ratty taverns into Parisian Salons, there, we'd engage one another in extraordinary conversations about life, death and purpose, sharing stories from our childhoods, expressing beauty and pain, prayers, promises, finding our breath in the words of the other.


Buzzed and giggling we fell up those stairs leading to that old hotel room. I swear we both could have died right then and there. Nightbirds sang outside the open window, the old neon sign hummed, laughter and music filtered from the streets below, our shadows on the wall becoming one, intertwined in the dark humid air————- Down there, in the streets, it was just another ordinary evening, with ordinary people doing ordinary things. With you, life was anything but ordinary. How were we to know that everything would unfold as if it were a Shakespearean play------our tragic comedy.


I toss my stone into the sea.


 



Last Modified: April 15, 2018 at 04:15 pm
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Author Notes


There ain't nothing like being in love, and when it's over---is the pleasure worth the pain?


 
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babyboomer68
April 16, 2018
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Nostalgia bites
There are times when nostalgia takes a bite from our hearts. Memories resurface as rubbing salt within an open wound. Good idea to toss that stone into the deep sea never to return. This is spotlight worthy. ~ Sonia
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Thanks for your input and insight.  

 vuriz replied on April 17, 2018




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