Goodbye Lover...
I had the oddest experince the other day. And I'm not sure how to take it.
A very good friend of mine is an amateur filmaker. (Check out BadGoneGood on myspace.com to see some of his work. He's quite talented.) He threw a party for the casts of his past few features and as one of his many creative consultants, he invited me to it. So there I was, sipping a glass of water and engaging a few of the actors in conversation when I hear a laugh. Soft and beautiful, eerie almost in its familiarity. It was the laugh of one of the first women I'd ever loved, one of those things you never forget. I nearly spilled my drink. And then she walked in, her hair the same fiery red I remembered, her face a little more careworn from the years but no less alluring than it had been all that time ago when she'd been mine. "Nora?" I said, a little afraid, wondering if this was all a figment of my imagination. She didn't recognize me until I stood up and she looked just as shocked and pleased to see me. We talked almost the entire party, reminiscing over our time together, me silently wishing things could have been different between us. We exchanged phone numbers, the kisses on the cheek friends sometimes do at goodbyes. And now I have reached a quandry. I want her....perhaps more than I ever realized. You see, we parted only because we both moved and could not hope to hold on to each other. Could this be a sign of some sort? I just get the feeling that this is something I should pursue. Maybe I'm wrong. But I'll not know until I try..
The Rest is Silence...Fear not the Resonance...
The Lost One
A very good friend of mine is an amateur filmaker. (Check out BadGoneGood on myspace.com to see some of his work. He's quite talented.) He threw a party for the casts of his past few features and as one of his many creative consultants, he invited me to it. So there I was, sipping a glass of water and engaging a few of the actors in conversation when I hear a laugh. Soft and beautiful, eerie almost in its familiarity. It was the laugh of one of the first women I'd ever loved, one of those things you never forget. I nearly spilled my drink. And then she walked in, her hair the same fiery red I remembered, her face a little more careworn from the years but no less alluring than it had been all that time ago when she'd been mine. "Nora?" I said, a little afraid, wondering if this was all a figment of my imagination. She didn't recognize me until I stood up and she looked just as shocked and pleased to see me. We talked almost the entire party, reminiscing over our time together, me silently wishing things could have been different between us. We exchanged phone numbers, the kisses on the cheek friends sometimes do at goodbyes. And now I have reached a quandry. I want her....perhaps more than I ever realized. You see, we parted only because we both moved and could not hope to hold on to each other. Could this be a sign of some sort? I just get the feeling that this is something I should pursue. Maybe I'm wrong. But I'll not know until I try..
The Rest is Silence...Fear not the Resonance...
The Lost One