Patience.
*
He held the patience to wait for her;
a virtue that had never subsided
in all of these years.
*
Determination vested, he pressed forward
far past his current limitations
*
He'd have to, to ease the distance between them
*
She'd always return in the past;
consistently so
later times he'd see to the personal delivery of her
this pleased him immensely
fed self empowerment
*
There were years...subsequently let go
pride had bested lucid judgement
clouded the wisdom of discarding perception
Truth, half truths had been quietly set aside
*
A new space born of necessity had presented itself
'Primal adaption'
He had assimilated
where as she had settled for less...
*
Until less had become more than she could handle
She'd run...
With certainty, he knew this
*
There were no words;
assigned blame
it was the immaturity of youth acting in place of steady will
as the decisive sword of injustice
*
But she knew his name...
never spoke it aloud
ran a marathon that soon evolved into the journey of a lifetime
with a refusal to offer surrender with any real truth
*
Still,
she was complete in the emptiness
without him the internal compass was cut
*
His life had brought him here
this dark, desolate place
to reconsider
Gods voice
"Acknowledge the theft, realize repercussions"
*
The sweat poured down his face
burning his eyes profusely
still, he lifted the weights above his head
he required strength in abundance to successfully make the trek
*
Back to her
*
Time was to reclaim
*
He showered, glanced one last time in the mirror.
Reread the address
no corrections
going back was not a viable option
*
Iron will restrained thoughts of the initial words to be spoken
nothing could be scripted
it was simple;
patience had reached its limit
today there could be only one outcome
*
He chose to leave the vehicle half a mile away in distance from the front door
the ringing in his ears constant
his conscious screaming its unwanted opinion
to be free
he had to possess the truth;
for that her eyes held the key
*
One knock
significant wait
she tugged at the latch
stood in awe
as the whole of her life fell onto the floor
*
He didn't smile
didn't embrace
simply asked if she was ready to come home
*
She wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded.
Not once had she known the strength to deny him
this was no exception
*
From this life into the next she placed her hand into his and allowed herself to be led
*
Accepted that they could no longer live without one another
*
He held her in his arms, reciting, one by one, the names and individual stories of everyone now passed
She reciprocated;
knowing full well that this was home now
*
Time came to take her as his wife
a given
bring her into his home
a certainty
nightly wait for her to lie in the strength of his arms
this
he continued
until old age
with the greatest
of patience
*
*
We're all in this together. When people work to extend a hand, say that word of encouragement or even provide a generous smile
it makes a difference
Enjoy your week,
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
