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At The End Of The Rainbow

I told her once, not long after we separated, what I saw, and she saw it too. We cried, together. Whether that was because we believed it or because we didn't remains unclear. We never mentioned it again.

I still see it, sometimes. That same picture, almost as clear as the first time I saw it. There we are, as we once believed we were meant to be, sitting together, smiling, surrounded by our...

I try not to think about it too often. It saddens me that we will not share the journey that we each must take to get there, even though I know it cannot be any other way. We travelled together further than we probably should have, long past the point where we were only holding each other back. I know that we have to go our separate ways. I don't have to like it, but I will learn to.

As I do, it will fade, what I saw. It has to, or it will stop me from seeing anything else. In time, I will forget all about it. The thought of it will seem absurd, and the picture will bury itself somewhere deeper than I will be able to reach. Before that happens, I will look at it one more time, and remember those words she said to me so long ago, and wonder...

And then I will forget, and continue on my journey.
 

8 comments:

The Muller said...

I'm expecting...hoping...waiting to continue the journey here.

gigi said...

once again great words. but this time I know where i get the feeling from :)

NYC AD said...

Amazing that what you write about your life can fit so well with how I feel about mine.

Fearless Pain said...

I like this a lot because it's the way life is but in such simple words..

Khaisse said...

I wonder who that girl is... I envy her. lol... Looking at how you crafted those words made me feel that she is really special...

Sotepop said...

That's an amazing way to explain it... I've felt that way exactly as well... and I feel I might be in the place you were when you wrote this.

Kate said...

This hurts tonight.

Just Me said...

Legs, you must have loved your wife a lot...