Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Not made for each other.

You see those two people standing in the room? One a figure so delicate it looks almost breakable, her sight stretched to faraway lands as she gazes from the frosty window; beyond past, present, or to-be. The other stands by the foot of their bed and stares plaintively at the floor, or sometimes at the creased cover-sheets on the bed which they both use. His hand is in his hair.

These two people—I don’t call them a couple. I call them apologies.

You will see now that the man will walk to the window, slowly, and stop a foot away from her. Then he will put his hand on her shoulder. She will turn back immediately, but not too quickly, and they will both just stand there for a moment until she realizes that he is smiling–that his smile contains every bit of sorrow there is in the world–and then she’ll smile too. Hers will be weaker, like something one would give after accepting the uncaring atrocity of life every day, but neither of them would care.

This will be done casually every other day.

You will find that the space of nothing between them has sucked air so much that in order to breathe, you will have to struggle. You will notice that it doesn’t affect them.

You will find that their eyes are empty but their hearts aren’t. They sympathize sometimes, like they did a while ago, and silently assure one another that it is not and will not be okay, but they will see to it until the end. They won’t complain nor hate. Sometimes he would kiss her lightly on the cheek and she would smile. (A year ago she would’ve had spent hours in the bathroom scrubbing, scratching away the kiss and crying. But this doesn’t happen now.)

You will see that it’s not regret that has settled in as a mountain between them. It’s not a grudge that has separated their ways like a sea in between. It’s not the absence of effort. It’s not that. But it still is.

 

That is the future I see of ourselves. Pardon me for saying so but it’s true.

11 responses

  1. πŸ‘πŸ‘

    October 3, 2015 at 3:14 pm

  2. It’s true God determines this through eyes of human never limited to parents as children of God and not when parents are made as God’s voice of future couple alone.. Funny how much people try to chain God and put God in boxes of 3 or more letters..God is bigger and so is the human heart.. spirit.. and soul.. over cultural and religious chains of human made prisons of faux rules in attempts to rule God.. God spits those human out into real hell now of human’s own self fulfilling prophecy.. Yes I am sorry too.. This is true and few will listen who are ruled by human instead of God who lives within without any culture or religion…

    October 3, 2015 at 7:28 pm

  3. PS.. Hi Maria..
    and thank you
    for your beautiful poem..
    Right and Wrong is human..
    GOD
    is Real
    and human
    can be too..
    simply
    by escaping
    humans in
    cultural and
    religious
    ways of
    illusions..
    GOD
    IS FREE
    and so
    are
    WE
    when
    God lives
    in out up
    and down
    and all
    around
    US FREE..:)

    October 3, 2015 at 9:53 pm

    • God is free and so are we when God lives in out up and down and all around us free! I love that.

      The human heart and spirit are bigger entities, yes. If only we hadn’t caged them so, or hadn’t believed that we were supposed to cage them in the first place.
      Thank you ever so much for stopping by!πŸ™‚

      October 6, 2015 at 5:08 pm

      • Smiles.. You are always welcome.. Friend Maria.. And thank you for those additional words of God given human cage-less free bird’s way.. With Love..:)

        October 6, 2015 at 5:15 pm

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  5. Your story, the thing you want to prove may be right Maria but you can’t see it, the future, like this in advance. These are human relations you are talking about. You can’t avoid them just by guessing. You have to give them a try and the results depend on YOU. Your actions.
    Sometimes you get so involved with a person you thought you would hate for the rest of your life. Then you regret why you had thought about that person like that, you feel guilty.
    This guessing game, assuming the results of relationships, this just don’t work.
    Loved your story, the maturity of words and the continuity that keeps you attentive till the end. Love it.

    October 5, 2015 at 5:36 pm

    • I get your point. Assuming the results of relationships: it doesn’t work like that. You sound right.
      But sometimes we force something into our direction, giving it the name we want to hear when in fact it’s just utter destruction aur bus. When you fear something in a relationship but can’t talk about it to the other person then probably it ends in them both ruined, too. Just a thought. So much love to you! Thank you. x

      October 5, 2015 at 7:05 pm

      • How do you know the thing that you are forcing into your direction, is wrong for you? There are half percent chances. That’s where they say always hope for the best !πŸ™‚ Love you.

        October 5, 2015 at 7:08 pm

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