Rafting Rapids

Dragging Days

        Days were like water when she wasn't around. Feet started figuring out the land, eyes absorbed the world,  trying to find the right puzzle piece.

          Our new house was different, my brother and I were so young. He became the friend she was always, dedicated, laughable, and enjoyable.

          He saw it though, time slowing, moments dragging, we couldn't replace the time for she wasn't there.

           My brother and I tried to sculpt once felt memories but without her we were a puzzle with one missing piece.

           Together my brother and I would try to act, bring the paper ideas to life, anything to feel that inspiration again. My new friend I'd bring right in, script playing and all, but without her it was a skit waiting to fall.

            At the old house my brother, her, and I would sit facing a computer, typing away before anyone noticed. She would pick a song, usually in spanish, then I would pick one.
            Before anyone would even know what we were doing, a script clearly written would be made. White pages printed, smelling fresh in our hands, memorizing each word fast, getting props,  we waited for our audience.
             Parents came slowly, slumping in their walk for they knew a show put together so quickly surely would last hours. Together we'd dance, rattling off lines, pretending the world had no time. When it was all over we would bow, smile so gritty,  and be so proud.
             Moments like that don't happen no more, for my soul has closed the door. I look at the computer screen often, searching for that switch that came so easily, finding nothing.

               I miss how fast everything went, breezing so perfectly. Sitting back looking back, time dragging by, I feel the little switch click on, then turn off just as I am about to type.