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He’d walk down the road and look at the blooming roses and he saw the blood. Hers and his bleeding heart’s.
He didn’t know, he never would and he could tell none, ask none.
They had met so many times without ever knowing who they really were to the other. Without ever knowing that they were staring into the faces of their solace, their freedom, laughing while never knowing that they were each others’ joy, running into each other during the day without realizing that it was the other they turned to every night. Social acquaintances who never knew that they were lovers?
He still held out, selfishly, agonizingly, desperately, hopeful for his Morning Star, the one he was yet to meet, the one who didn’t know his name but knew his heart, the only woman he’d loved, even as the anguish crept in. But he’d never know….
Had it been her? Had she known it had been her? Had she known the last time they’d talked? Had she known it was that arrogant man she had met and worked with during the day was the one who sought her out every night, was the one who loved her. Had she known him before she died?
He would never know….
N.B. Adapted from the movie Antaheen (one of my all-time favorites), giving words, to the feelings, to the end of the movie, to what had been silently accomplished. Written just to be able to BAT again after a long time! Hope you enjoy it! Love, G. 🙂