Down that long white corridor. Slivers of silver moonlight streamed in to the very end which is where it all began and I slowly passed endless glass rooms filled with scenes like bad dreams.
These glass house memories- like fragments of black and white snapshots of time. I stood before a younger me, I pressed my face, my ribs, my hands to the glass that’s slowly fogging, as she pressed hers back to mine.
My heart was beating wildly, calling out to her (to me), As I slid against the glass to my knees as she cried for her daddy, and I frantically tried to save her, I could feel your hand on my shoulder and sudden peace.
I saw your entire being glowing before me in the moonlight, “That was a long night”, you said with a sigh as you gently lifted me so that I was standing.
“You were there?”, I asked you with surprise. I watched as you rolled back your sleeves to expose your wrists. And I remembered. “Of course I was”, you told me, as your eyes filled with tears, “I always will be.”