(The Sunday Muse-#261) Jars Of Goodbyes

 

The soft breeze of this faultless spring day washes over us, still in bed, still in the afterglow of an evening spent exploring the lines and folds of one another. They are our roadmaps of lives both well spent and of returning visits down dead-end streets where we found bitterness and learned of what makes us, us. You, warm and inviting, like a soft light at the days end and I with textures earned from a life of working in the sun, we somehow melt into what we both know is our last relationship in a mostly cruel world. The kindness we give freely soothes and brings hope. Hope that the days turn to years and that we have not found one more cheated chapter, short in time to bask in for the rest of our lives. To linger, one more moment, in this day is a true blessing and one I will not waste caught up in the aches and pains on our way to what is next. No. Counting each second as a sort of repayment in this cosmic investment of kindness and compassion for whatever time we have left is how I shall be. Like a candle upon the shoreline, my last wave will come and extinguish that last breath, but, until then, I am yours and you, mine.