Black clouds from a distance. She wore red. The sharpest red I have ever seen. I knew of her, of her name, of her story. Her bright blue eyes shined into me, into the deepest crevasse of my soul, as if she knew me. I could not help but walk to her. The life around us stopped but not that of raining tears. And still I was drawn to her healing aura. Her arms opened and I fell into her heart. Her slow, and calm breathing reached out to find me, console me, to simply hold me. Oh to breathe, to believe. She held me like I have been lost for years. She held me tenderly and nothing more. The day love left her in final peace has become the day of my rebirth.
Rose Hills
November 7, 2010
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