Month: October 2019

They say we meet some people
At the wrong time.

If only he’d been a little less himself
Should you not have been so you
Who knows what would have become
Of our children
And their unborn children
That we pray to the Lord 
to meet some day.

But you had to be you
And I had to meet some people, being me,
at the wrong time, 
as they say.

And so we’ve met,
without even praying to the Lord to meet,
some day.

The man on the bridge took a short step towards me. He was in his ‘20s, wearing a dark suit, no tie and a large smile.

‘Hello’ he said, looking me straight in the eye.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ 

I slowed down a bit and that was just enough for him to go on.

‘Have you thought about how you plan on spending your Eternity?’

My feet came to a full stop as my mind started searching for something in the lazy flow of water below.

I blinked, like someone had just pointed the flash of a photo camera towards my eyes and pressed the button. 

The swing my grandfather had built for my mother has been my swing. Tick…tock, the wood of the barn pillars went, reluctantly, as I pushed myself forwards and backwards over and over. Tick…tock, yet no clock had ever been invented for 6 year olds.

Blink. I must have been around 12 or 13 when I used to go fishing all by myself in the pond at the outskirts of the village. I would lie there, in the grass, smelling the dew and breathing in the feeling of life waking up. I would eat cheese and tomatoes and onions from a bag, and break the bread with my dirty, worm-and-fish-smelling hands.

Blink. The kiss has left their bodies trembling in soft, fuzzy, warm silence. Not knowing what to do next, like the beggining of one world with no guidance from Above. You may leave some places, some places may never leave you.

Blink. The moment I knew it was her. We were on a bridge, just like this one, only not like this one at all. She may not have believed that I knew- in fact, I think she still believes I was clueless that day. Say what she may, my knowing can not be undone, all the bridges we’ve walked on cannot be unwalked.

Blink. I held him in my arms like me breathing depended on him staying there. One fragile one day soul, the most powerful thing in the Universe.

I looked at the young man in his dark suit and waved my hands through the air, feeling the wind.

‘Me? I will spend what’s left of my Eternity in bits and pieces!’

Then, I moved on.