A Slice of Heaven
"Come here." he says to me and i sit beside him.
It is getting dark and I'm scared,
I lean into him, his shoulder warm under my cheek.
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear as we speak.
we speak of sweet and petty nothings
of memories cherished and dreams of tomorrow,
of journeys to take on, of happiness and sorrow.
I am still here, right beside him and I have lost track of time.
I panic for an instant, what if someone walks through that door?
He reads my mind just like he always does and says, "You are safe and this is no crime."
"I want paradise. Let us go there one last time."
We are sitting on a couch, as he smiles and takes my hand.
"Picture this." He says."We can see the sunset, we are on the beach,
the skies and the water are both within our reach."
I close my eyes and breathe in the silence.
I hear the waves dancing, no noise or screech.
I breathe in this moment forever to keep,
hoping that the memory of it will never go bleak.
It occurs to me then, that this is the end.
"Why?" he asks, reading my mind again.
the hurt in his eyes only adds to my pain.
"It is going to be a long road and I'm walking- walking alone.
I may stumble, I may fall, a struggle it will be, but i need to learn,
how to walk in the heat even if my feet burn."
He looks at me, he is waiting for more,
an explanation perhaps, I do not know.
I lay a hand on his cheek and say,
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,
but I will be fine on my own- you'll see.
I will be the best that I can be,
and someday you will be proud of me."
The embrace that follows, I thoroughly memorize,
it is my ozone and in it is my life.
Soon it will be gone.
He lays a kiss on my forehead and whispers goodbye.
I am still sitting on the drab couch, my feet digging into the ground,
contemplating over how things will be from now on..
No listening ear, no lending shoulder.
He is still here even though he isn't,
I can still feel his hand in mine,
and the warm reassurance of his embrace.
somewhere inside, I have always known that he'd be gone someday.
After all he was a product of my imagination and not of reason.
I find no need to prove his existence,
to those who do not believe in miracles.
As i pluck a stray thread from the drab couch,
I realize that I lied.
I lied when I said that I would be fine without him.
He was, he is, and he always will be
my only slice of heaven.
