It was a dusty moonlight fall when I walked into your room. I had this urging inside that made it impossible to sleep. Talking to you in whispered laze about trivial things that were always on our minds soothed me. So I decided calm my stormy mind with placating conversation.
Sickness had been shaking up your serenity lately but it was nothing you couldn't tolerate, you always said. The air in waking life had been feeling coppery. You were already awake as I stepped through the door and directly to the window. Let the breeze join us. I sat down easy on the side of the bed and huffed. Indicating the verbal sieve was full.
You broke the waiting with a quote by a Greek poet that I remember you referring to more than once over the years. Rolling my eyes at the familiarity, I just nodded in understanding. So then I let out the worries. I haven't felt the need to get so deep in a while. It felt comforting to share my darkest bothers with you. You, always knowing how to put me in perspective. Finding the brakes to my crazy train.
When I'd lightened up some you told me innocuous counter thoughts. Like always. Smiling and giggling at the inevitable jokes that followed eased things. My heart brimming with warmth, I wished to have the ambiance captured in a jar to take with me into the light of day. Maybe to wash away the constant taste of pennies.
I chose to conclude our banter with a confession. One that I knew I'd be teased relentlessly for but with empathy no doubt. I told you of a person. One who swept into my life. Swept me up. And you snorted at that. I would've gotten offended if not for your encouraging smile that was plastered on your face.
I guess that was the moment you thought was perfect to give me the ultimate ego boost. Life lesson or what have you. Linking our pinkies you said to shut up and listen to what you were going to say. Don't interrupt with sarcasm, you warned faux sternly.
You said, "I love you silly girl. If you believe anything in your life. Out of the books your read, the music you hear, the people you talk to, remember this above everything. You deserve love. You deserve to work hard and struggle. Having a piece of the world in your palms is your right by being human. All of your flaws behind that guiless face deserve notice and acceptance. You are a divine piece of perfect creation in Gods eyes. You deserve love. And you deserve to give that love to whomever needs it. When it comes down to it, all that's left is what the heart has squeezed out over its lifetime. That's what is born and remains. You deserve love."
Squeezing the finger that linked us, signified your wisdom was finished. Shaking out the hair in my eyes had camouflaged the tears that snuck up. I had to think up something to say that wouldn't give away how much that rattled me with something soothing.
I lifted my head, fighting back my self conscious need for a quip, to tell you I believed you. I did believe you in that moment. Because you knew me better than anyone. I believed you.
Looking from the window where a few leaves fell in from the breeze I opened my mouth and took a breath. I stopped short. You weren't looking at me. You were before though. But not now.
Then I just knew. I shook our fingers to be sure. But my guts knew. I didn't even get to tell you I believed you. Or that I loved you. My chest ached with a swirl of emotions that ricocheted around the small cavity.
I didn't realize until much later that you left me something. Hope.