Go

It was exactly one year ago since she’d put him on that plane. She’d bit her tongue until she tasted iron, and refused to loose the tears that were starting to seek release from underneath the lids of her blue eyes. She would not let it be a liquid goodbye. She wanted to be as strong as he had always known her to be; as strong as he had told her numerous times that she was…the strongest woman he’d ever known. Yet the tears were uncontrollable as the plane touched off, and took him from her to welcoming arms of another woman, a million miles away. In an instant, she let go of the best part of her days.

She had a strong guard. He’d taught her that - with physical metaphor. “With legs like yours, no one should ever get close to submitting you.” He was the only one at the time who could get passed it. He made her feel both powerful, and beautiful. In a state of dissolving self, he was a mirror to her resilience, and the one that had taught her how to love life again; under northern lights, across a table, under water, and over her. He was the only one at the time that made her feel; a muse to her most authentic self.

A million miles away he has just told her that he is still watching over her in the face of the moon, and has said that he still misses her in a language that is not her own; that despite the distance, his feelings for her have only grown. He is aching for her. And with his laugh still echoing in her ear, and his accent still placed over her heart, she lets him go - once again. She knows now, that this is something that can never be.

Go to the place where I cannot find you. Go to the place that I will never see. Go to the place, where I am loved with certainty. Go to the place you remember me.