Elegy

Elegy (Melancholia)

She sits besides me patiently, perfect in memory,
A hazy shadow with the power still to hold my hand,
and my heart, between her fingers.

'Do you remember?' she wonders aloud...

The photograph, timeless in the digital realm, has
Flavors.
Layers.

Inside its window, a woman kneels, naked, head bowed.

'Do you remember?' she purrs....

The day after the longest night of my life, as I waited,
Breathlessly, to find out.

My Question, your answer.

As the day ticked by, seconds stretched, until time itself
seemed allied against me. Until finally, I left the highway and
pulled into the driveway...and my heart hammered.

Your car was there.

It would have been so easy to run to the door. Inside, I wanted
to run.

I walked.
I opened the door slowly.
To see what I had longed to see.

You. On your knees. Naked. Your head bowed.

As I closed the door behind me, you crawled to me and placed your
forehead on my feet, and spoke the words I had dreamed of....

'The answer, Master, is yes.'

The texture of memory is fragile, but once you bite through the skin
You can taste them.

Memories, like fruit, have different tastes, different varieties.

Call this one Golden Delicious.

'Do I remember?"

How could One forget?