Prelude to a Parting
(by Vincent Coscolluela)
I would like to walk with you
all over again, through all the tree-filled places
we knew, the ground that once knew us,
and sit on the rock that was ours.
I would like us to see again
a clear sky that never seemed so clear, to feel
the way leaves feel when they fall. A moment so long,
everything can be said in two words, or three.
All I want is a perfect day
so I can leave you without leaving
you behind, where promises, like photographs,
would keep the distance close.
So trees would sway to a remembered wind.
I would like to leave you a world
so slow, time’s voice would be that of the infinite
silence of stone. A place where our walk ends
where we began. Where falling leaves never fall at all.
— Mark Sloan (Grey’s Anatomy) (via alionhearteddreamer)
Why not. Again.
And again. And again and again and again.
They say fortune favors the bold. I think I’m stupid.
Maybe thinking the worst is the best. Or maybe not thinking would be best.