I had wanted
I had wanted to tell her I was sorry. I had wanted to make it all right. I was going to fix things. They would be better, back to normal, back before I told her I loved her. Before I told her I hated her and that her eyes filled me with love. Before I was excited to see her.
Before my heart fluttered in my chest for the sound of her voice.
On days like these I wished for peace.
We fought often.
The faintest traces of anguish are discernible in all ages, especially among the very old. The ends of life are when one gives up and comes to terms with everything and takes what is given to you with a sigh and a smile.
And there were revelers out that night. Revelers are always out on a night like that. Every Friday they come out. Especially when it is warm and it is Spring like it is now. And they come out and they are drunk and have been drinking and are warm from lust and wine. It is that time of year. The time to see young flesh and to drink and to roam in crowds and to love and to hate but mainly to rejoice.
Before my heart fluttered in my chest for the sound of her voice.
On days like these I wished for peace.
We fought often.
The faintest traces of anguish are discernible in all ages, especially among the very old. The ends of life are when one gives up and comes to terms with everything and takes what is given to you with a sigh and a smile.
And there were revelers out that night. Revelers are always out on a night like that. Every Friday they come out. Especially when it is warm and it is Spring like it is now. And they come out and they are drunk and have been drinking and are warm from lust and wine. It is that time of year. The time to see young flesh and to drink and to roam in crowds and to love and to hate but mainly to rejoice.