Simply Love

VIVO PER LEI (part 2) (Elise Anton)

"You're far away from this heart,

I'm flying to you in my thoughts,

I don't want and don't hope anything more

than having you always sheltered in me"

The wheels touched down. The thump woke her and she saw blue where there should have been cream, green where brown had been and glorious sun where darkness was the place she'd lay. Every day.

This was no dream!

She pinched her arm and saw the blood return.

Followed the shuffling crowd past the gate and in her confusion thought she'd lost her passport. At the counter she tossed her bag inside out, her bits of life displayed as frantic fingers fought this last, this final hurdle. Shaky hand handed it across and the man smiled. Could he see perhaps the clandestine twinkle behind her somber eyes?

"For real please come

I look out everywhere

You're wind's breath that makes all bells ring lively

I rush to you between the ground and clouds

I feel time pass so slowly, I can't wait"

"I am sorry? I don't understand?" Her voice - she snatched at the ear-buds. What had the man said? Andrea's words were the only ones she'd heard.

"I hope you enjoy your stay in beautiful Cancun, madam,"

"Where is he?"

"I am sorry?"

"Never mind." She retrieved her bag. The door ahead opened and closed as others before her exited. She stood transfixed. Mere feet away. Others nudged past; others threw confused looks at her. She stood mesmerized by the opening, the closing. This then was the final door?

Someone took her arm. "Are you okay ma'am?"

Ma'am? Was she old? How old was she? Her heart felt young, the beating, pulsing rhythm infused with abundance, a willingness known only by those who've barely lived and wished to do so much!

"Ma'am?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I just..."

"Is someone meeting you?"

Was someone meeting her?

She took a step, then another. Without the music, the thoughts were hers now. Crowding and vying, tumbling and scrambling, the rush confusing. Was someone meeting her?

She smelled flowers. Mixed with jet fuel and some lingering saltiness. The door opened before her.

Oh Andrea, I should never have disconnected you...

She stepped through. A middle aged woman with uncertain eyes gazed at her once or twice as her eyes swept... No, it was the mirrored glass! Her gaze had passed over herself!

I am too old, Andrea, you should have kept me company at home... Why did you bring me here?

A sea of people coming and going, brushing too close. She felt like she was sinking, drowning, she fought for breath, sought to breathe high, above the chattering greetings and the laughter of children.

Is he here?

He shouldn't be here.

Here was a dream; here was a whim, a longing. Here was a lifetime of believing there existed this here, this now. He -

"You came."

Arms enfolded her. Who was holding her? Andrea, is this he, is this he?

THE END