E.M. Forrester sat inside a room filled with dread, filled with doom
His heart ached to be whole again. He wanted to be what he considered "normal"
He stared out his window at the children while they played
He felt the barriers that come with age
His thoughts ran to the time when he was young- When the taste of life was new upon his tongue
Remembered snowy days, and Autumn sun
Thoughts of his true love seared his mind..Her breasts against his chest in Winter. He thought of the way he use to trace his thumbs down the frame of her cheek bones
Holding his breath at her beauty
Wanting so much for that moment to be freeze framed for all time- For the world to stop turning- So caught up was he in her love
But time only stands still in our feeble minds- And the moment vanished like a specter in a shady field of grey
And E.M. Forrester was alone again in a room full of books and dust and memories.
By Rue @2010