Where are you going,
Where do you go.
Are you looking for answers,
To questions, under the stars
Well if along the way,
You are grown weary,
You can rest with me
Until a brighter day
When you're ok.
-DMB
She felt like a planet he could see only at night...she smelled like a perfume that he could detect on a passer-by. And in the wake of their departures she extracted from him the full essence of what he tried to give to her...tried to convey. Pieces of him, full-struck from her, like an explosion that leaves a residue...he carried smatters of her and he hoped that parts of him stuck to her.
Where are you going?
A simple question...departing a car, departing a visit...a departure. She knew he would always have to go...he just tried to mask it. His movement away from her...not every night could be a super moon...not every time. Rather, it wasn't just an inquiry from her...it was because his departure caused them a disturbance.
Her return...a galactic pull of gravity...he could actually feel when they were supposed to reunite...the months, the days and weeks...like a calendar being crossed off in Sharpie X's...closer...come closer...when will you be close to me?
Her presence was like the season...warmth...colors...rain...snow...the time together was mapped across a calendar, highlighted with those X's on the day of the week but mostly aligning to a time that encapsulated them into a small and tiny place.
A teacup of a place...it was that small.
Where are you going?
It was interruptive. Her presence. His. Not where the usual occurred...rather it mostly happened in dreams and a bit of fantasy. Like rain in a drought stricken area...when it arrived it was overwhelming...just being near her. A touch. A reality....a pinch, am I dreaming?
She stuck.
She embedded.
Her face...eyes...like a permanence upon him...unable to ever disappear. She changed each time he saw her, becoming more beautiful than before, as if that was possible...but the familiarity was the foundation...and like the anticipation of sunrise with certain colors she emerged even brighter than anticipated....
Mostly she just simmered...in his mind like a pot left on the stove to slowly remained heated...occasionally to bubble over but mostly to remain a source of heat and slow burns...
But when she arrived...when she was near?
It was a full blown wish made from a dandelion...something coming true that was impossibly expected...something warm from a heat unexpected...the sound of a planet in a dark space asking to be seen...the rush of a presence that materializes unexpectedly....
Where are you going?
She asked as he slowly slipped out of her...he held her in an embrace and she moved slightly and the room was the smallest planet in the galaxy but her proximity was closer than he had ever hoped for and it was better than he imagined.
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