A Metaphor for Love And Loss (Revisited)
I love him, he loves me. I need him, he needs me. We're dancing a complicated waltz and we know each other so perfectly, it's simple. We're destined to be dancing for our lives.
But then a stake to the heart sends me reeling back, I'm bleeding tears. Pain consumes me, and suddenly, I no longer see him. I can't hear him, I can't feel him, I barely sense him. Nothing registers with me, as I'm being beaten to the ground by the crush of dancers. Through a haze of white noise, I hear him, calling, screaming for me.
I can almost feel his touch…
And then utter, complete, total silence, broken only by my screams as I search vainly for a thread of hope to cling to, to bring me back to him. I'm lost, alone, dying from pain. The stake is soaked with my blood, it becomes a mirror, and through it I see my entire life.
I rise again, stumbling, trying to run, but there's no one, nothing to run to. I am alone in the dance of life, all my family and friends having abandoned me or been torn away. I am alone in the last strains of the music.
Nobody sees me fall, at last, to sleep and never awake.
Nothing… but black. Nothing… but silence.
Then a hand touches me gently, bringing life back to my heart and a rhythm to my soul. A voice awakens my mind and calls me back to hope, to life. I open my eyes and a face smiles back at me. A word and the silence shatters and is filled it with music. A hand reaches out and pulls me to my feet, before sweeping me off. A laugh, and I am overflowing with joy. A sweet embrace, and I am alive. I will never be alone again.