If Bears Could Speak

[Rubbs]

She woke up this morning with a new found power. She was invigorated by something unsavory. The race was slowing in motion. Her thoughts left her eyes searching seemingly in zero gravity for the key that would unlock the beginning of the ending. She had loved and she had lost. But the bitterness is left only for those willing to stay behind and endure their imperfections. As she thought of leaving him she remembered kisses, carnivals, dew on the windows, and love…love…love. He was her love, but not her life. She sat up with the lightening rods of eternity for toes. She felt her spirit prepare for the metamorphosis. Her heart was becoming sonic in nature. She was only half here (and there). She scanned around, breathing in deeply, the earth. Our bodies are quaint compared to the world that exists inside of them. “Parting is such sweet sorrow” was obviously the lament of an abandoned. For a moment she smirked at her own joy of leaving his bed forever. Even if her mistress was a disease…it was with open arms she drank from her fountain. She took off her wedding ring and set in on the night stand. She lost her hearing. Silence and sight heightened the experience. He quivered in the next room as he ran slipping though the house knowing something was wrong. As he entered their room he saw her laying their motionless in her eyes open but death crawling all over his face. Her facial fixtures fixed with one last obvious message…he will never again love anyone again like he loves her. His loss sank him into the deepest hole. He hung his head and wrote….

"I bought you a dancing bear.
The day you said you didn’t care.
Now you’ve gone—away.
From me my love.
I thought it was really something swell.
You say it was something you can to take to show and tell.
Now you’ve gone---away.
From me my love.
It twisted around on to assistant ground.
You just stared.
Where’s my ring?
I don’t want this pathetic thing
Is all you said."

He thought about the look on her face for the rest of his life...