*
even after all these years
~~
she studied his square jaw line
determined it would be the same one she had memorized
from
all those nights she laid awake
outlining every inch of him
from the dim light
coming through the slit in the curtain
while he obliviously slept the night away
~
the curtain
that had never hung quite right
now that she thought about it
~
the room
had grown eerily quiet
if that was even possible
and
now
motionless
except for the air being stirred up
by
slow blinking lashes unbalancing themselves on ruggedly high cheekbones
~
she finally spoke
~
she said his name out loud
~
at least she thought it was out loud
and
when she saw baby steps of a smudgy glimmer in his eyes
a recognition of sorts
she knew her voice had been heard
~~
christopher gently reached out to her
and
like wax being poured into a mold
natalie melted into him
remembering this was the only place she had ever truly fit
~~
he carried her to the bed she once shared with him
while ever so softly
removing
her headband
and
setting it purposely on the night stand
as if to make a statement
~
the headband that had been keeping her face wide open
~~
his lips
with a wild hunger
bit hers
~
he tasted the way she remembered
~
like old cigarettes swimming in a deep dark liquor
~
a musky kind of smell
that somehow
reminded her of her grandmothers house
which
had always comforted her
like an old torn quilt
~
it was warm and wonderful
making
her want to roll around in it for days
~
actually
for nights
~
days and days
of
long nights
with only the sound of dragonfly wings in the distance
*
this is part two of
where I completely left you hanging
~
which means I've had more nights of tossing and turning
which means
not enough sleep
which means
time to the call the doctor and ask for help
or maybe
I just need
a few glasses of warm milk
*
