Blessing us today,
reminding me how fleeting
golden moments pass
Tidgy bits along the path
Watching birds in flight
Gliding, swooping, diving down
fast food spoils await
For Part 1 https://revrevolving.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/726/
Coffee maker spurts,
Thanking coffee gods
A note to my readers, This is what I’m calling serial Haiku. Recently, I strayed from the comforts of home for a work related conference. Homebody by nature, I don’t stay in hotels often. The view from my room offered me a lovely experience which I’m sharing with you through a week long series of Haiku. Thanks for reading.
Hotel room on the eighth floor
Can’t sleep, far from home
Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
We don’t write in a bubble — we write in the world, and what we say is influenced by our experiences. Today, take a cue from something you’ve overheard and write a post inspired by a real-life conversation. Revisit a time when you wish you’d spoken up, reminisce about an important conversation that will always stick with you, or tune in to a conversation happening around you right now and write your reaction.
Take time to listen — to what you hear around you, or what your memories stir up.
Here is my post.
On a dark and dreary day, I was waiting for a train. The sky was overcast, the kind of weather where it appears to be Autumn, but in actuality is April. The kind of weather that looks like a downpour, but restrains itself to on the verge of a downpour for the rest of the day.
In terms of conversations, it wasn’t much. What got me was what wasn’t said as well as what I heard. Two people, a man and woman. Both had tears in their eyes and on their faces. They were in an embrace, and she turned to him and said, I’ll never forget.” He took his handkerchief and wiped her eyes. She grabbed his hand and wiped the tears on his cheek with the handkerchief. The pull of their feelings for each other was undeniable and I wanted to stay in the presence of their moment as much as they did not want to leave it. It was as if they were writing a story I had to know more about.
I’ve thought of them, since I first bore witness to some kind of powerful, possibly heartbreaking leave-taking. I’ve considered the reasons they were not going to be together.
In my mind I hear the conversation that did not take place. I’ve wondered if they were long lost siblings, separated at birth and reuniting. Ive wondered about their situation. Was it about meeting the love of your life and not being able to commit to them for reasons of employment, engagement, or fear of commitment? I’ve wondered if they were once in love and had been unable to work out differences. I’ve wondered if they were having an affair.
Various conversations play in my head around the scene I saw.
She: I can’t believe we’ve found each other.
He: They told me the records were sealed. How did you do it?
She: It doesn’t matter I just knew I wanted to meet you after all these years. I thought that we’d never find each other. You are my baby brother.
He: This day will always stay with me. I wish we didn’t live a continent away from each other.
She I’ll never forget…
He: If we’d only been able to work out the commute.
She: You know I can’t leave my family, they need me now.
He: wearliy I understand, and support you.
She: I’ll forever hold you in my heart.
He: Words will never express how much you mean to me.
She: I’ll never forget…
She: I love you
He: We will never be a good fit. You will always be searching for something, always trying to climb the corporate ladder.
She: And you will always be married.
He: I can’t leave my wife.
She: I’ll never forget…
Whoever they are, where ever they are, whatever the circumstances, I’ll never know. They inform my life, when I recall them, because their lives were deep rich, full and complicated like most of ours. Because despite whatever sadness invaded their situation the love seemed to overpower it. Because I don’t know the end of their story, my own story, or many of the stories I get involved in. Because they said so little and yet did not need words to say so much.
I’ll never forget…
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