Somebody once said, to be strong is to let go. I can’t remember who, or where or when. Or even remember if it was someone I knew.
It’s funny how words can watermark your soul, yet faces or voices are harder to recall. Like cotton candy breath that fades with the sun or an early morning dew that seeps into the earth.
I try to remember who it was, but I can’t. Perhaps they let me go.
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Written for Haibun Monday – A Little Romance. Don’t we all have those moments we lock away for a rainy day?
There was no design, or plan. No thought of what might happen. It was just a touch, just an accidental touch. I reached for a glass, he reached for his, skin touched skin and just then, just for a moment, I knew it wasn’t over.
I can’t remember where we were or even who we were with. I can’t remember the song that was playing or what was in my glass. But I remember the touch.
Too afraid to let go, yet too afraid of what it meant. We didn’t move our hands.
That night we left together.
Over twenty years later I can still feel that touch. I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing now. But I like to think you feel it too.
A moment to feel,
A lifetime to remember,
Some hurts never mend.