SEEING-FEELING
A sea of mauve surrounds me. The over-sized desk top holds stacked items which are incomplete. They beg for attention. Silent phone and adding machine sit side by side. The stillness makes the ticking of the automatic lamp lighter pulse in my ears. The dark computer screen (eye and window to my soul) is tired from over use on a lonely Sunday. It rests now but I sense its anxiety and desire to have its buttons pushed so it can hum to life again. The large mirror across the room reflects furnishings, cherished memories but I am out of range and can only see myself thru cobwebs.
Behind me lies a bed, hard and ungiving. It, too, is empty. My beloved lies there, hurting, sweating, still as death, and in a puff of smoke he disappears., but I still feel his presence. A lawn mower begins to roar. A leaf brushes the window. An invisible plane can only be heard as it flies too high to be seen. There is no traffic.
It is quiet and I can hear my pen talking to the paper.
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