Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I remember you


There was a time when he came in and sat down next to her stroking her hair as she leaned against him. His skin smelled masculine, a slight soft scent of sweat. This was not a bad smell, it reminded her of the passion they shared.
His kiss on her skin was soft, perfect, blissful.
She loved his touch, she adored his breath on her skin, she lusted after every piece of him.

Now he just barks short sentences and remind her of things that needs to be done. Gone are the days they sat for hours just staring into each others souls. Embracing each others perfection.

He was screaming at her and the dog, his voice was a vacuum of sounds, the words not clear. He punches angry into the air and then pointing at the puddle on the floor. His horrible anger piercing her.
She looks as he walks away from her, mumbling and swearing to himself.
She calmly cleans where the dog left the puddle, she wish she can clean Roland's soul.....just wipe away all the puddles of sadness, all the puddles of despair, all the anger.
Nothing can bring back what they had, nothing can bring back what they lost.
She turned into a mute and he turned into anger.

She gets up from the floor and throw the paper towel in the dustbin, wash her hands, a ritual of cleaning follows, she ends washing the floor.

She ends washing the floor.

13 comments:

Gremlin said...

oh the blogs,

I remember, i remember the good old days where the friendship were full, the wold were calm and all were just fun and laughter, where the sadness was just a game to suck up and use as amo for the greatness that came with the spreaded keys flat on the tabel in front of you.

the good old days, I almost have forgotten.

Drizel said...

Yes well, some things never change. Ideas still need to be shared and we all still need somewhere to call home. You also have not blogged in ages....:)

Shadow said...

this, i can feel...

and thanks for your visit, i appreciate it!

Drizel said...

Pleasure:)

the walking man said...

Well Done...every word was just rightly placed without any excess baggage to hinder its movement. Liked this writing. The subject...too often to true.

Drizel said...

Thanks so much and yes sadly so.

Charles Gramlich said...

Very sad, very powerful.

laughingwolf said...

etain, you know some folk change, often for the worse, once they think they have won your heart :(

Drizel said...

Thanks Charles.

Yes wolf this is the truth, I hope that if I ever find myself there....that I have the strenth to speak my mind:)

Gabriella Moonlight said...

Very powerful words shared here, I will be back to your blog, reading you is a reminder of the truth and the wonder of life...thank you.

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

Beautiful and haunting.

Drizel said...

Ahhh thanks so much Gabriella:)
Thanks Wayne:)

Me said...

yep