A Trip Down the Alley

Miami, Florida

The night falls, and the colorful lights are on.

The wind blows, and the screams of joy ring out.

To that rowdy soul.

I am indebted to that one, that one with a restless heart. They helped me explore the innermost emotions of myself, the ones that cried out for me to let them sing. Black hair like the night sky, a bright smile like the morning sun.

I am so sorry for breaking their heart, for leaving them. I never got the chance to really delve into a bond with them, only loving them without giving them what I had. And after I forgot who they were and consequently got to know them again, I saw a more... shattered jewel. One that revealed that they weren't so hard-skinned as I thought. One that revealed that they were versatile and intelligent and skillful... but also sensitive.

My guilt over what my sin against them entailed is so, so great, because they brought their world to me and I repaid it with lousy excuses and weak romance, and nothing I could ever do would be able to warrant or deserve any form or sort of forgiveness from them.

They were there in my life when no one else was. They even saved it too. And I will always be so, so thankful to them for that. They held me, as if they were an ark and I the animals on that ark, saving me from the thrashing floods and waters.

Now that I think about it, Miami isn't so rowdy in the summertime. But I'm sad that I never got to be one with the atmosphere.