Re: You, of courseAugust 18, 2007 at 9:35 pm | Posted in writing | 13 Comments
Tags: death, love, prose, writing
You are the only subject. I have closed off all the power to everything except this terminal and there is probably only an hour or so left in the battery. I sent the journal to Central and the Log is complete. Harry and Yuko said to say hello. They were incredibly calm and seemed to have found peace in each other in the hours before they left. Oh that’s right, they asked me to remind you of the dinner that night in Sydney, at the Sheridan. I’m sure you remember, my darling. I remember looking at you and seeing you laughing and realising that I no longer needed to search for anything. And yet here I am.
It’s so cold now that a blazing fire wouldn’t warm me but as I imagine you later that night in my dressing gown making tea and sliding my hands around you to feel the softness of you and the warmth, it is as if all this time and distance passes away and there is nothing but the scent of your hair and the delicate warmth of your skin.
And the truth is, my darling, that the great ache in my chest which is my longing for you is also my love. Each moment eternal, radiates,
I have forgotten the answer to the question you must be asking. I am here and I cannot think of one possible reason for our parting except that there must be balance in all things. And I seek solace in our beliefs. But in that single touch, when I brushed those luscious curls from your eyes and you turned to me and smiled,
I’m sorry, my dear, but the lights are fading in and out and I’m typing from memory so please x cuse my absent ‘e’s
absentees I can hear you smile and I am crying with laughter and the joy I have found again in these last few thoughts of you. There is some real sense in the idea that you created me from the chaos of my life before you
and i cant leave my darling one without one more kiss
So here it is it starts as a fun affectionate peck but then your tongue gets involved and invites my tongue and then we part via a soft lingering of lips.
Oh, and by the way, I love yo