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Her steps felt like an illusion. Could it truly have been real? I wasn't sure, but as I felt my chest burning, I knew that something was going on. I counted each step she took as they matched the thump of my heart. One. Two. Three. Four. Turn.
She looked back to me as I dropped to my knees and she slowly shook her head. I could see her running back to me, a smile on her face as she took me back into her arms. She didn't though. She rolled her eyes and dropped her bag. "Think about us on this, Robert."
I moved my hand back to my side and nodded, trying to hold back my tears as much as possible. "What about us though, Cassidy?" I replied. "Will there ever be an us again, or is this forever?"
She knelt down and started to look through her bag like she always did when there was something important she didn't want to forget about. "Just wait, Robert. Being away isn't always the best, but someday, you'll thank me for this. I don't know if there will be an us to come back to, but the memories we shared won't be forgotten. Not like the others."
I tried to smile, knowing how often she wanted to forget about all the men she had walked away from. "But another move, Cassidy? Can't we find another solution?"
Cassidy pulled a locket from her bag and took in a deep breath. She slowly walked back to me and set the locket in my hand. "It's the one thing I can't live without, so take good care of it. I need something to come back to, okay?" She was choking through the words, but I nodded anyway before I looked over her locket.
It was gold with a heart on it. The heart was complete, but cracks were all over it, covering the beautiful locket with the only imperfection that could ever be acceptable. "I'll protect it with my life, Cassidy."
She smiled then walked back to her bag, leaving me on the sidewalk, lost and alone as she left my home and my life. "I'll email you!" I yelled out right before she was too far away to understand what I was saying.
I thought my words were useless until I heard my phone beep, telling me that I had received a text message. I smiled softly as I read the words, "I'll reply," sent from Cassidy's phone.
A few minutes later, I finally got up and walked to the store to buy a web cam. I got the most expensive one they sold, and it was worth every dime. Nothing was going to keep me from doing all I could for things to work out. My love wasn't going to just slip away from me, not when I had ways to keep her.
That night, the only message I got was a text saying, "I miss you."
She looked back to me as I dropped to my knees and she slowly shook her head. I could see her running back to me, a smile on her face as she took me back into her arms. She didn't though. She rolled her eyes and dropped her bag. "Think about us on this, Robert."
I moved my hand back to my side and nodded, trying to hold back my tears as much as possible. "What about us though, Cassidy?" I replied. "Will there ever be an us again, or is this forever?"
She knelt down and started to look through her bag like she always did when there was something important she didn't want to forget about. "Just wait, Robert. Being away isn't always the best, but someday, you'll thank me for this. I don't know if there will be an us to come back to, but the memories we shared won't be forgotten. Not like the others."
I tried to smile, knowing how often she wanted to forget about all the men she had walked away from. "But another move, Cassidy? Can't we find another solution?"
Cassidy pulled a locket from her bag and took in a deep breath. She slowly walked back to me and set the locket in my hand. "It's the one thing I can't live without, so take good care of it. I need something to come back to, okay?" She was choking through the words, but I nodded anyway before I looked over her locket.
It was gold with a heart on it. The heart was complete, but cracks were all over it, covering the beautiful locket with the only imperfection that could ever be acceptable. "I'll protect it with my life, Cassidy."
She smiled then walked back to her bag, leaving me on the sidewalk, lost and alone as she left my home and my life. "I'll email you!" I yelled out right before she was too far away to understand what I was saying.
I thought my words were useless until I heard my phone beep, telling me that I had received a text message. I smiled softly as I read the words, "I'll reply," sent from Cassidy's phone.
A few minutes later, I finally got up and walked to the store to buy a web cam. I got the most expensive one they sold, and it was worth every dime. Nothing was going to keep me from doing all I could for things to work out. My love wasn't going to just slip away from me, not when I had ways to keep her.
That night, the only message I got was a text saying, "I miss you."
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A Psalm of Connection
A Psalm of Connection
O God of Universality--
connector of quarks, of the double helix,
of butterfly wings, of the knitting in my hands,
and of the flesh that holds the needles.
You are that which created the cosmos--that which created all
truths and, indeed, all that is.
My song seeks endlessly for you:
Are you Jesus? Buddha? Krishna?
I suspect you are all--and none.
I will have to seek you again outside,
where the air moves, within and without.
And so I find you through awe: when I look at the stars,
when I sit in the redwoods beside a brook.
And, yes, I found you over and over in my babies' faces;
I then truly l
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Moments
A single moment
Your radiant war smile
Sadly time flies
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
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A simple idea that was insipred by When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne with some help from personal experiences. I hope to eventually have this story turn into something where people feel the same way I have when I've listened to the song.
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omg that was so beautiful <3