wings and things


on September 21, 2014


It was because we were friends first – you my ‘big brother’ at 40ish and me a kid at 17. Is this why I continue to need to be close to you for most of every day now?

I ADORED YOU, so much so that your mother noticed and winked and encouraged, but you were too respectful, and I was too innocent. When you take my hand now, you smudge it into yours. My hands are small and yours are large but, when we have an arm wrestle, I have to pretend to be weak.

I remember how you gentled a more vivid blush into my cheeks than usual, when, for the first time, you took my hand and dragged me outside to see the once-a-year bloom of the moon-flowers. Now, contrary to your theory, the moon-flowers bloom haphazardly, unpredictably, and more than once a year.

Today, you couldn’t form words, so you were mostly incoherent, and totally confused and it was a bit of a struggle for me, but my presence helped, I guess – and when you seemed to be asking me something with your sliced up words, I just kept saying yes and you were okay with that.


22 responses to “YES

  1. Colline says:

    So beautiful. And a lovely description of what true love is.

  2. So lovely; sigh, true love 😀

  3. It seems your YES means more than anything else to him.

  4. Ah yes. You always say YES to love. ❤

  5. Terry says:

    It’s so sad isn’t it, this PD?

  6. Luanne says:

    What a beautiful love story.

  7. Very mixed emotions ! Diane

  8. Lynda says:

    Your love is beautiful.

  9. That we could always keep the sweet like this in the presence of the painful.

  10. tersiaburger says:

    Oh my precious friend -such beautiful and tender memories. So much sadness. Yours is the ultimate love story. Much love and gentle thoughts.

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