A Metaphor For Love and Loss
Following is a little thing that just randomly popped into my head several nights ago. I hope you like it!
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.
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.