Echo

“Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.”-- Anais Nin

I think it is listening to you sing and watching your rough and calloused fingers dance up and down the strings when I feel most bewildered by you. The little sanctuary of your bed seems miles away from everything else and I hug my knees hoping that you won't hear the way my heart tries so desperately to escape.

And it is these quiet moments of reflection that make me realize that I have found myself in a place I never thought I could return to. Yet...

And yet. The downside to the bliss. The bitter end of my happiness.

Yet there are things I have done which keep you at an arm's length away from me. The mistakes which keep the slow and chill of night seeping into my skin and sliding along my bones.

I know that relationships change. They are malleable volatile things which are never the same as they were five minutes, five months ago. But oh how I wish we could be what we were that lush and halcyon summer of what seems like forever ago. When I could love you without abandon, without constraints and hush-hush.

Behind the dusty, velvet curtains that we drape around our lives, I love you this way.