By: Lataurus Black
Her/Elle
Why did you write these words? I was surprised by her response. I lean in closely, listening as she pours her pain into existence, tears falling like the cold morning in Seattle with grey clouds covering the mountains. She whispers that love does not live and breathe.
So, how do I learn the language of affection that has deserted us? How can I believe your words of love when my body has no compass to guide me to the truth?
Her/Elle
Forgive me. My heart has been cracking, and the foundation has shifted. I was a once-tall mountain. Now I stand here flattened; the sun no longer touches me as it rises over the sea of oceans.
You ask me, do words still matter? My mind says yes, but my soul answers, no! A world without words, with meaning equal hopelessness.
Her/Elle
I can remember, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love, honor, comfort her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live? I Do!” he answered. Those words had meaning. They created four walls with a door. The sun shining into the window brings warmth to that room.
She paused, holding her chest as she tried to hold back tears. The stillness in her face tells the stories of pain. As she pushes out the words, I still smell roasted coffee and hazelnuts as we sit, painting pictures of our future. His phrases sounded like love songs from the 70s, weaving in and out of the silhouette of my soul.
Her/Elle
It’s as if two spirits are connecting on a higher plane. We flowed amongst the clouds, blending like a flock of birds. But now I stand here flattened, with the words “I do” still echoing in my head.
Calmly, she asked me. Why did I write these words? This caused me to pause as I reached out, grabbed her hands, placed them on my chest, and laid her head on my shoulders as the tears started to resemble waterfalls sliding through the rocks as I bathed below.
Me/Moi
I slowly close my eyes to hold back my tears and say, your pain calls to me. Like a wolf howling at the moon, singing songs of love only a few will hear. It’s like a rose placed at my nose. Your smell brings the nostalgia of yesterday when love was love, with no filter to hide the scares of our pain.
Looking at the mirror with the words for your heart, I ask you to look past my words. What do your eyes see, and what does your soul feel? She started to look deeper as if she was looking into my future. She noticed her hand on my chest and head resting on my shoulder.
I asked what do your eyes see? She slowly replied love that lives behind words.
A Love Note To A Heart ~ The Silhouette Of Mountains
