Thursday, August 25, 2005


It suddenly occurred to me this afternoon that on that fateful day all I had to do was utter three simple words and everything would have been made perfect. Instead, a couple of heartbeats saw me destroy something with the ease of two moist fingertips pressed together on the lit wick of a candle. Something beautiful was snuffed out that day that can never be rekindled.


R said...

I enjoyed reading that :)

Don Quixote said...

The experience at the time was none too enjoyable, but it is cathartic putting it out in type. :)