Me And Her...

I asked you when I would see you again and you proffered me such a clever answer,“soon.”
There’s never a time limit on how far or near the day of soon is.
It’s a non-estimated period of time, sometimes it’s a time that never falls in our lifetime. It’s a table of measurement that isn’t just.

As the seasons shifted, so did you, and with the autumn leaves falling, so did I.
I crumbled up in beautiful colours, lost in a blanket of orange, ember-red and brown. The days got shorter and night befell upon us by dusk.

The heavens were a scattering challenge between brilliantly animated colours of heather purples and a gloomy scream of help scattered over greyness.

I danced along fractured pavements and whistled in the fresh air; I waited for the winter to roll in, I waited for ‘soon’ to come.

I outlasted the cold and blanketed white season of winter. I watched everything wither away over the pitiless freeze.

The gravel-grey skies were open and silent just like you, and just like me, they were empty.

Nothing sounded, nothing stirred, everything was bleak, motionless and lifeless; nothing harmonized, not the birds nor the whistling of leaves skittering opposite sidewalks.

The howling winds had dismantled the last of the leaves, limb by limb, leaving trees exposed to the unrelenting reality of the cold and broken winter.

I gazed out the condensation-veiled windows, waiting for you, waiting for soon.

With Spring came the symphony of baby birds catching flight.
Spring was like coming up for fresh air after being nestled under the winter blankets without fresh air.

Although the spring air was divine and welcoming, something was missing.
The days were cheerful and longer, the flowers were arising as the April showers had predicted.

The April rainfalls came and washed away the last of the bitter cold, they cleansed the land but not my soul. And although the bees were humming, the honeysuckle flavour was bittersweet without you.

Summer came and went without much cause, the afternoon skies were cocktail-blue just like your eyes, never ending as they radiate.

I witnessed you in everything; streams, mountains, flowers, books and the lakes, lakes that were peaceful and statue still.

I found you in the way the wind blew with such poise and the way dandelions littered the meadow, stem by stem dancing together.

You were beautiful.

I discovered you with everything I encountered that was blue because your eyes were as clear as a summer brook. You were like a summer book I didn't want to put down, so I marked my favourite pages while waiting for you, waiting for soon.

Once again, the world changed and autumn approached. The summer days turned to autumn leaves crisping and I realized... I realized soon never came.

That day something changed. I changed. Because I had lost. I lost myself, because the same me, never came back.

Seasons passed….
I never came....
She never came….
Soon never came.