Riding in Cars with Boys
In my dreams last night I was hanging out in a cemetery with my ex and abgitatz (who I haven't seen in waking life since I was pregnant with my son). It had an end-of-summer feel, like you're facing a new semester in a new place and you won't see your friends again for a very long time.
When it was time to say goodbye abgitatz gave me a hug and whispered a secret in my ear, though I know they were not actually his words.
Then I was riding with my husband along a road in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but the white lines to show where the pavement ends and the water begins. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge, perhaps, though maybe not. Maybe it was that other road I once traveled in the dark.
We watched the lights of a plane falling in the black sky - falling, falling until it blinked out. When it was gone I turned to the God-King and said, "He went down."
"Really," he answered, and I knew he was thinking then of WWI Aces, but I just felt the sadness of a person sinking beneath that black horizon, drowning, with nothing to show where he'd been.
When it was time to say goodbye abgitatz gave me a hug and whispered a secret in my ear, though I know they were not actually his words.
Then I was riding with my husband along a road in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but the white lines to show where the pavement ends and the water begins. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge, perhaps, though maybe not. Maybe it was that other road I once traveled in the dark.
We watched the lights of a plane falling in the black sky - falling, falling until it blinked out. When it was gone I turned to the God-King and said, "He went down."
"Really," he answered, and I knew he was thinking then of WWI Aces, but I just felt the sadness of a person sinking beneath that black horizon, drowning, with nothing to show where he'd been.