There is a point when the brain needs to start shutting down portions...turning off the lights in unused rooms, closing drapes and locking doors that are seldom used.
The interesting thing about her was when his brain started to slowly collapse like ice cubes left in a glass it was an image of her that was revealed. It wasn't a decline...rather it was a bit of little inspiration.
A decade before he had found himself in a tub, a phone to his ear, the water echoing with his slight movements...she had been coy, a few words revealed. He was in a posh hotel with a ceramic tub and she was far away.
Since then he had hoped to erase the record of that conversation...to be able to speak to her unfiltered. Unregulated.
She had unlocked herself, the skeleton key on an iron chain around her neck loosened...she had unwound the tightest ribbon from her hair, letting it fall and cascade in its glory...she had allowed him in, pushed the key into his hand and whispered something about protecting her.
He saw the windows of the room and the massive city beyond them...way south she was there. He wished she had come with him, but he also knew why she hadn't.
But sometimes there is a big difference between absence and loneliness...tonight she was absent...but she might have just been right alongside of him.
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