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By redplasticroses Date: 2008 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.11.18.46.7406]] |
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Once again I find myself sitting there on her deck drinking martinis listening to her rehash what went wrong in her relationship with him I try to pay attention as passing clouds distract me their form and color delightful and wonder why with the passage of time she stands still trapped in the should've would've could'ves of their history I interrupt her to ask how she would feel if he walked into her life today what would she expect how would she feel she looks at me long and hard says she would hope he would apologize for what went wrong for his "sins" that created the distance between them and ask to be forgiven I sit silently still watching the clouds collecting my thoughts instantly amazed and aware at how different we are She asks me why I am not talking I smile at her tell her that her response threw me not at all what I expected for me, tincture of time is a wonderful healer one either harbors love or resentment in their heart clearly, she is the martyr she asks me what response I expected to hear fair enough Perhaps I thought she would say she would be very glad to see him or how much she had missed him how their ancient history no longer mattered only their future and how she realized forgiveness is part of love not a condition of it not something that has to be granted or even spoken or how the passage of time did not diminish her love for him I continue to watch the clouds thinking love is gentle ever changing but not without storms that test a relationship from time to time love is constant not a reward for good behavior |