The Wind Carries
Mini scene
I move closer, my slides sliding over your hips and along your tummy, resting. You lean back into me as the breeze brushes our cheeks and hair. I feel you sigh, unable to hear it over the crashing waves below us. “When will they come?” I barely hear your words. So I dip my chin slightly so my lips caress the hollow of your ear.
“When they can. It isn't forever, just for now. Wait my dear.” I feel you relax more into me, knowing I am right but not able to make the feelings of lost go away fully. I stare out into the horizon as the tide rises along the cliff below our feet as we gaze out to sea. The sun not quite ready to dip yet. Time almost slows down if it wasn't for the constant breath of the sea and the movement of the clouds on their journey, never to find a destination. Until I feel you turn in my arms. I look deep into your eyes, sad and soft. You lean up and peck my cheek, hand on my jaw, then walk away leaving me on the cliff side.
I don't turn to watch, or follow knowing you want your peace, you want to be alone with the thoughts of the ones who haven't come back. I hope they will, but there is no way of knowing. No way to tell or communicate our worry. It is not our choice and it is not our lives, they must decide for themselves…it was time.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes just feeling the sun's rays wrap around me like a warm hug for a moment and the breeze tickles my hair that dances along my neck. “I am here, I will always be here waiting.” I whisper to the universe. Hoping my words are carried away to the ears who need to know they are never alone, no matter how far away they are.
Perhaps one of the hardest forms of love is knowing when not to follow — when to let someone have their silence while remaining there for them. “I will always be here waiting” feels less like a promise of waiting and more like a promise of presence. Beautifully tender.