Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
“Rena. Can you play me a song?”
”Sure. What do you want to hear?”
”Play me what you’re feeling right now. Not the feelings of some old composer guy. I want to hear exactly what you're feeling right now.”
I slowly walked over to the piano and sat down, taking in its scent, the same as any good piano. That scent always calms me, reminds me of my childhood. I laid my fingers on the keys and closed my eyes, and let the feelings flow out as they came.
The first key was an F, my favorite. It blossomed and swelled like winds before a storm, and sent the heat of our lives away, leaving the cool, sweet, rain; cool as the September night. My fingers fluttered up and down scales, changing direction every now and then. I ended on a long note and focused on it like the last sigh of an era. It sank into me and slowly peeled away more layers. The next layer was desperate and cold and I let it brush the keys. The sound felt dry and black, like walking through a forest, recently burned, dying embers still snapping and hissing. It was the quiet screams of the dead. A thousand restless souls within my own, with power overwhelming enough to stop me. My fingers moved away from the keyboard, but the agony kept going.
”I’m sorry, David.” I said, barely together. “I can’t go on.”
”Hey hey. Don’t cry. I’m sorry I asked you to do this.”
He came over and sat next to me on the bench.
“It’s just…I feel like I can really understand you when you play. And you’ve played more than enough for me to understand how you feel. I’m sorry, Rena. Let’s just go to bed.”
We moved upstairs to my room and I quickly got in bed. David turned off the light this time and came to sit beside me. My tears had evaporated by now, and I started thinking to myself: David is still here. I shouldn’t waste this time crying, I should make every minute with him the greatest minute, because these will be the moments I’ll always remember when he’s away.
Before he left me, David brushed his fingers through my hair.
"Rena. Someday, when I get back. The three of us will break away from all of this and be free."
"Free...I'd love that."
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
"David...", I whispered longingly, hanging on to the first teardrop as the Pacific pulled it away. I lost.