today i long for "quiet" mornings; sitting on the front porch with you; the roosters across the street marking the hours, a cacophony of call and response from near and far; the aroma of fresh brewed coffee, the extra cup for our sister/friend Sandra; conversations on the nature of God's character, as if we could ever grasp the unfathomable ineffability of the Person Who refuses to be boxed into a compartment in my mind palace.
...and i miss you. i miss all of you. i miss the passion, the dangerous fire of tempers clashing, two wicked smart minds searching for that fatal move - check mate! Ha-ha, I am the queen, victorious, bowdown, grovel, and worship me; long drives; all night talks, and even the ardent miscommunications. eventually, time, friction, and temperature formed the foundation of a relationship that would not allow itself to be shaken by separation, opinion, ideology, temptation, poverty, homelessness, sickness, addiction, idiosyncrasy, nor imperfection.
oh, but those long walks along Guajataca, picking up seaglass, hiking El Yunque, picnic by the falls, sunsets in Rincon, "chillo con tostones" at Crashboat beach. so many memories.
with our lives we wrote a magnificent symphony of subtle notes, strident crescendos, big percussion followed by sotto voce, part Queen, part Yo-Yo Ma, part Emerson Lake and Palmer, with some Santana and Bob Marley thrown in for good measure. i remember our first kiss swaying to Linda Rondstat's rendition of Blue Bayou, and i remember our farewell listening to Bocelli and Brightman belting out "Con Te Partiro" (With You i will Go/Time to Say Goodye)
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