it to work out
or for everything
to fall into place
as it has.
the pieces
all fit together
and in less than
a month i will be living
on another planet.
The moon was such a piercing beam of heat resonating through the glass as the car sped. The contents of that package he received touched him deeply, but it was another package he'd received that hit even closer. The crumply brown paper tore away beneath his fingers revealing the music surrounded by a thin blood red ribbon. Carefully the boy untied the knot of the ribbon, and the knot in his stomach and throat. He knew this was not just another compact disc, but a window into peace.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's peaceful," was the adjacent reply in his ears.
But not until the dinner and movie were over did they finally, reunited, get in the car to return home. She slipped the music in the player and it began. The freshness filled the air as she pointed to the full moon, getting his attention.
Without hesitation, the song that they both awaited tuned in. Deep and thick and warm and mournful it wailed and softly stranded itself in the island of her car. He listened. He listened to her voice sing with the resonating voices of the music and the few notes plucked from the guitar as the car sped along. He listened to the silence in the night air outside. He listened to his own thoughts.
"That song hurts me," she spoke with broken tears lightly streaming from her eyes. He could hardly speak, didn't want to break the perfect mist and beauty of the moonbeams. She spoke again:
"I wanna make it last."
He stumbled and stammered for a second. His eyes flicked and was sent back a year and a half ago and his heart fell out of it's skin, something he hadn't remembered since that glorious show. Those words were something almost foreign to him, but his instincts fell over him and he recovered asking "what?"
"I wanna sing 'Make It Last'," she repeated. Those weren't the words he heard though. Or did he just hear her wrong? Or was he trapped by the music in another time and he never actually heard a word, only heard words once spoken to him in another time and place?
Or did he hear perfectly?
To be continued...
"I know I will loose it when
You sign your name and
send me the pen."
-slumber
