The sacred simplicity

“Strange how you know inside me,
I measure the time and I stand amazed.
Strange how I know inside you,
my hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze.”

It was something akin to fate, or some re-meeting of two lost friends. I felt immediately that I knew you though that is impossible. You said the same thing to me days later, proving your point by the words chosen for me, and the way you held my hand.

The physical recognition was overwhelming and I do believe it shattered us both. The lost time, and the impossibility of now, it is looming everywhere. There was nothing we could have done to anticipate this, and nothing we could have done to prevent it.

I’m sorry and forgive me seem necessary, though right now I could not explain why. We understand enough to know what brought us here, and we know, as well, all those unspoken wishes that float between us. So, you on your one side, and me over here, we stand out in the middle of the night and look up at the sky, together, apart. You call me by a name I had long put away and I begin to cry.

We really should be saying goodbye, but…

Eric’s Song :: Vienna Teng

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