Too soon, nothing
October 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
Beginnings, pale echoes of each other.
A loss of will.
Everything, then too soon, nothing.
Blue grey afternoons through the rain slick, groups of men beneath single shades. Mud flats splattered as they made their slippery way home. Not hers, his. She photographed the tree tops through milky glass and breathed mist. It was their last night together and she couldn’t watch his face. So she stared down a streaming landscape and hoped he wouldn’t lose his will.
It was everything, then too soon, nothing.