E C L I P S E . . .

Count your blessings name them one by one. How about curses, what is man supposed to do with that? After all is taken away, one can only eat seeds as a part time activity and swim in the toxicity of all the curses that put him on the noose. You will understand that when a man cries, each drop of tear represents a different pain.

He wasn’t dead when they put pennies in his eyes and allowed the gone to sing his soul away. They told him God speaks through everything but all he could hear were harmonies of evil angels accompanied by the orchestras of righteous demons. He mourned day and night for a love he had lost. Pain is the true currency of love.

This girl was both pretty and beautiful. A mind so mature that the shallow and myopic drowned in her presence and many a time, rendered speechless. Her wealth in knowledge and character repelled those who were in for the fun. But he build his case slowly until she gave in. She said yes to him and opened her heart to let him in, as a friend.

Time passed and the bond between the two souls were strong- covalent. So he takes it a notch higher and asks for her hand as he is ready to be committed to her. She never said yes or no. She only broke down in tears and fled from his presence. You could see his heart falling to pieces irreconcilable. He stood there for hours and didn’t move an inch. A permanent darkness ruled over him.

After this sad episode, he starts to head home with a mind so unclear owing to the hurt. He then meets a police officer on patrol who goes ahead to engage inappropriately. With mixed emotions, he pounds on the officer and takes off. A hunt down for him is launched and he run away from the town. Was he running away from his love or from the law?

Two years later, he learns of the retirement of the assaulted officer and comes back to town. His first stop was at her place. The one he loved. He had to see her for time does not quench love. Not even by death. He knocks, the mother to the girl he loves opens the door and asks him to come in.

As he sits, the mother starts to speak, ‘It has been long, but it is good you have come. Some instructions were left for you, come with me.’ He follows. ‘This was her room,’ the mother says, ‘she said a note for you awaits on the table. Go in’ She then leaves.

He enters the room and he sees his pictures on her wall. He feels her love all over again. He notices her life was about him. He sees an envelope on the table . Reaching for it, he sees his name.

He tears the envelope, extracts the letter and reads;
“By the time you get to read this, I’ll probably be dead,
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don’t you see, I had a terminal illness- cancer
I died a virgin, I wish I could’ve given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you’ll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I’ll keep your love forever with me”