He could recite every line on her face but she couldn’t remember how they’d met. The years had passed and he could recall every joke they’d shared, every drink, every museum visited and every tear shed.
He knew the risks in them living apart, she was almost like a stranger, the ghost of friendship lost. Their love had been intense and largely chaste until that last month before she’d left. He had declared his deeper feelings. What followed was passionate and they parted on a flurry of promises. They would stay in touch, they would make it work.
Now he wasn’t sure, maybe you should never try to go back. Suddenly her face lit up and the years slipped away.
“Do you remember our song?”
He grinned. Of course he could, he could recite every word.
“And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.”
They laughed and then embraced as if they had never been parted.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017