She walked steadily and surely
As her figure waited for her down the aisle White and petals scattered everywhere Her eyes focused on her forever She inched herself along the way As she got closer his figure seemed fainter The colors started to fade And her vision became blurred But with conviction she stayed Determined to make it past the mirage At the altar it was clear That it was not in her head But God had a bigger reason for him instead The vows they practiced still lingered in her mind The gifts he gave still flooded her heart But now looking back she’s come to realize That being honest was always the hardest part
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Snow flakes fall on melted hearts
Burned by the cold Left on the ground Hearts pump empty dreams of old age and companionship Greyed by desperation Children play dress up Moms and dads Never grow In this world You wait for the love that is Not yours To savor The life you wanted Tomorrow is not promised So you cry Letting go is the hardest part If you let go What will you have to replace The love You always wanted? Hope against hope Try against trying Will beyond willing He’ll stay Or you’ll change The aisle looms close in the distance Steps away from forever Those eyes looked at you with Such passion But they are the only place where it stayed She loved so much.
She loved profusely. Every morning she woke, every breath she took, was bathed in love. Love of her friends, her family, and all of her life’s challenges, because they brought her to the point of being able to realize her love. She loved the people in her life and the deeds they did for her. She loved men, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers. She loved children. She loved happiness. She loved fearlessness. She loved community. She loved him. She loved the sorrows of her past. She loved wholesomely. She loved well. She healed. She hoped. She soared. She sang. She forgave. And she lived. He was going to save her. The night was black, the forest green, his armoire silver. As he advanced steadily through the woods, the light of the moon served as his only guide. The silence was occasionally pierced by the soft gallop of hooves, and the neigh of his horse whenever he tried to slow her down. Hurry, he thought. I must save her.
Sandra sat on the cold, clammy stone floor. It was dark. A sliver of moonlight filtered in through the hole at the top of the rectangular space. Faint drops of water kept falling in the distance, forming a puddle somewhere nearby. One…two…three…, she counted every drop that she heard. Four…five…six… The hour was coming to a close. Soon, it would be time. The rope swayed back and forth in the gallows with each blow of the wind. She tried to remember the events that got her there, but her head was hurting from all the bruises, and everything up until then was nothing but a big blur… They met one day while they were both working. She was from America. He was from Italy. She had no friends in Lupiri, and neither did he. She was getting along pretty well and was equally friendly with everyone at the job, until she noticed his accent and decided to greet him with the one word she knew in his native language, “Bongiorno.” “Bongiorno,” he always responded, each time becoming more and more intrigued by her. Finally he said to her one day, “You’re very curious, you know.” “Why?” she asked. “Because I never met anyone who wanted to learn Italian.” Well, I don’t really want to learn it, she thought to herself, but he interrupted her thoughts and continued, “Why don’t we create an exchange? You teach me English and I will teach you Italian.” It was an easy enough proposition, so she said “Deal.” And so it was. They met each other for lunch every day, and as a token of his appreciation, he began cooking for her almost every day. They began taking coffee breaks together. She would call him during the workday, and upon answering his phone he would only say, “I’m coming.” In two minutes he would be at her office door, which was only down the hall from his own. He would take a break just to walk her down the hall to the coffee machine when they didn’t have time to take a longer break. They joked in the hallway. People stared or thought whatever they thought. And yet they laughed anyway. He began taking her out to dinner, restaurants, and places to go out on the town. They received stares. And one day, they fell in love. But what they didn’t know, was that their love was a crime. He was White; she was Black. At first, people just stared. Some tried to deny them entrances to certain establishments. Still, they laughed and they loved. One day, a bystander had decided that he had had enough of witnessing a crime in progress. That evening, the police came to her house to ask her if the allegations were true. She stated that her love was real. They asked her of his whereabouts. She denied knowing them. After all, they did not live together. The police stated that they would take her in for questioning. She responded that she had violated no natural law, and that she would not go. They told her that if she resisted, she would be forcefully taken away. Her fists were no match for their batons. Three days had gone by since, and she had not had a chance to communicate with him or the outside world since she was taken. She had no idea if he knew where she was or what happened. But she knew that the time was coming soon before he would ever get a chance to find out from her what led to her disappearance. The drops kept falling like a ticking clock: seven…eight…nine… The rope continued to sway with each blow of the wind. C’mon! He thought. Faster! He screamed in silence. If they heard him coming through this heavily guarded terrain, not only would his life be lost, but surely hers. He was traveling through no man’s land. They did not know that in all honesty, it was she who had made him the man that he was. She. "I am ready for love," he said. The gallops pounded louder. The door opened. His breaths grew more shallow. “Alessandro!” she cried. “I’m too late,” he muttered loudly. “It’s getting too late!” “Alessandro!” She cried. The man moved closer. “Alessandro!” Her screams echoed throughout the blackness. The man forced her up and pushed her to walk closer to the edge of the gallows. Looking out over the abyss, she looked high at the white lights dotting the sky... |
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