When we met I was young
Too young to see that the one who sat across the room was something special.
The fear that silently polluted the walls of my heart suddenly started to creep in.
Run! The voices in my head began to chant and like clockwork, my legs began to obey.
Then I grew older.
Maturity had a way of making you stomach much more, of keeping you still just a little longer to withstand the heat.
Experience on the other hand taught you bravery, mastering. Reminding you of the worse roads you walked through.
The scars? They say if you’re here now you can do it again and come out stronger.
This time, from across the room. The idea of you, of us, wasn’t so scary. The space between us seemed to have closed in.
I knew you and you, me. It was as though we completed each other. The yin to my yang they said.
Just like that. We were the story, the fairy tale. Making memories the future will look back on and savor.
Just like that, we were magic!
When we were grey, you left.
The space from across the room. Left empty.
The silence. Kind enough to let me hear you, feel you and know that seasons come and go.
Alas, in the beauty of yours. I enjoyed every bit of it.
Now I can rest and wait till mine burns out.
Because in time, hope did float.
Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but its what’s in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself in the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.
–Steven Rogers, Hope floats; The Screen Play.
