Watching the glimpses of their story
flash before her
as they move from one place to another,
a place where they will no longer be visible
the deep and profound hollowness of the bongos
echoing through her
her veins full and pulsing with the flow of unnamed wisdom
letting the memories fade
he, right there, before her eyes
the opportunity she promised she’d take
she turns away from
a man’s love only holds value when it is given freely
willingly
the force of strong determination and persistence, of gentle force and insistence, is the basis of trust
the accountability
love cannot exists where neglect overbears
as greenness does not flourish without water or sunlight
she chooses to store her faith in love
itself
pouring herself to it and it flooding her
the forgiver seeks out when he is ready
the depth of a soul connection cannot be destroyed
lest it never existed
could have been the fallacy of play
that challenge instinct seeks
untrue
lacking in trueness
escaping the height of her standards
and the ones he’d defined for them
she turns her head away
and opens her heart to the invisible and pervasive wisdom
letting it fall away
fall behind her
letting the fullness continue
reminding herself it is ever accessible
SuzyQ