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Flame in the Void

November 12, 2011  Author: Anthony Pacheco Category: Anthonyisms, Not Exactly Random   2 Comments

Rarely one sees it in a couple, two people sitting together, maybe at dinner, maybe at a coffee shop. They are holding hands across the table, fingers intertwined as if letting go one would spin away forever and be lost unto the endless void.

There is a certain fierceness in the type of love this couple shares, one not experienced by lessor mortals. Look into their eyes and behind those windows to the soul lies an honesty both terrible and beautiful to behold. These two people have experienced pain and lost and heartache. Grief seeps from their pores like sweat and their shadows’ name is loneliness.

Sometimes a soul is so dark it can only be seen by another of its like. For those, it is a beacon like no other, a pulsar that flashes to the heartbeat of life. This brightness attracts others who understand. When they meet it is beyond a kindred spirit. Each knows what the other is feeling, always. They swim in the same current, wondering why the churning waters never quite pull them completely under.

They will always hold hands. Always. He traded his stick-shift sports car for an automatic so he could clasp her hand when he drives. In the bedroom, when they make love, always with at least one sweaty hand clasped with another.

Never let me go is unsaid, because those words are akin to a desire to breathe. Like a heartbeat, it happens no matter what, and when it fails, they die.

2 comments on: Flame in the Void

  1. Cyndi November 13, 2011 at 9:52 am

    Lyrical and poignant. You’re in my thoughts and in my head, and in the intensely-connected relationship I’ve shared with my husband for nearly 37 years.

    • Anthony November 13, 2011 at 10:07 am

      Thank you.

      I seem to have pressed a few buttons with this post.

      I do not understand why my writing style switches when I write posts of this nature. This is a mystery to me. It is as if an inner eye has something to say.

      Or, it could have been the tasty glass of wine I had. I very rarely drink.


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