Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed”

"A little water clears us of this deed...”

John knew this could not be true - everything was a mess.

Not the tears. Consider the tears that his friend shed on parting. Doubly damning. Despite his promises John knew that it really was a last goodbye. They couldn't meet again.

In the event he didn't go and shower immediately.

"All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."

So, last night, in a different bedroom, I had this dream. I had fallen in love with someone else, who loved me dearly. Xfe had moved out, a temporary thing, but equally permanent. All the company did was to reinforce my loneliness, absence of Xfe.

But, my resolve was made. I would plead for Xfe to come home.

And as he is coming home on Wednesday, so too in my dream was he coming home. So, I had to say goodbye to my fresh lover, who was not Xfe. He was in tears. I was not. I knew that, as sad as I felt, a greater good was to happen.

To me.

Leaving him lost, empty, alone.

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