There was just so much more …
I’ll meet you where the stars kiss the end of time.
You saw it within me. Even admired it I think. But you didn’t how to hold it… and I didn’t know how to ask you to.
As the fog dissipated, the stone became clear and in writing it affirmed. Neither one wrong, one wanted solitude a little longer. It wasn’t for specific views, known feelings, or a different medium under their foot. It was the art of isolation they longed for, though there weren’t words for it, because it wasn’t a conscious thought then… it was the art of isolation and what it could unfold into if given the time.
The stone sits, the paths unwind into the wood… and maybe they go further still.
Dance with me?
Sometimes… I wish we were still the “kids” there in that room.