Our days float. Like a boat on a river, drifting slowly. Our time is a circle. No beginning, no end. Like instincts of survival. Breathe, let your heart beat, the blink of an eye. Repeat. Don’t stop. Repeat. Hold on. Stay with me.
Our days float. While we lie close on that cold wooden floor. While cars in the black turn to waves on a beach. While the storms pass by. While nothing else matters. No days, no nights. Only light, only dark.
I hear the floor squeak as I try to disappear. Thought I was invisible but I hear her turn. We speak. She talks and I listen, I talk and she understands. She looks at me with the eyes of forgiveness. I see her through the lens of uncomprehend.
"I am not a sad person" she said, "These are just tears, nothing else”.
Our days float. Like a boat on a river, drifting slowly. Amen.