Pain, and its expression
Alexander and I shared dinner earlier tonight.
While his companionship was ambrosia, it was too much. We spoke of the past, our time apart, and between the emotional pain and the physical, I ended our conversation in tears.
He led me back to the room he had set up for me, and helped me into bed. As I had for him as a child, he read to me until I fell asleep.
Later, I woke from a nightmare, and in a continuation of the strange reversal of our former relationship, I crept into his room to watch him sleep.
Everything came back to me, with him sprawled with a child's careless grace on top of the blankets.
Sitting by his hospital bed, sitting with Lillian, holding him while he wept after Julian's death, soothing Lillian after the meteor shower... years of anguish and sorrow left me crying at his bedside.
While his companionship was ambrosia, it was too much. We spoke of the past, our time apart, and between the emotional pain and the physical, I ended our conversation in tears.
He led me back to the room he had set up for me, and helped me into bed. As I had for him as a child, he read to me until I fell asleep.
Later, I woke from a nightmare, and in a continuation of the strange reversal of our former relationship, I crept into his room to watch him sleep.
Everything came back to me, with him sprawled with a child's careless grace on top of the blankets.
Sitting by his hospital bed, sitting with Lillian, holding him while he wept after Julian's death, soothing Lillian after the meteor shower... years of anguish and sorrow left me crying at his bedside.