Silence
What do I tell them when they ask: what happened to that girl the one you couldn't live without? What came of all the hours the days, the months that turned into years, the pouring out of your soul? What do I say when they ask me why haven't I moved on why haven't my skies torn open and rained down relief upon this dry, crying-out land? Why, when there are so many girls, are you hung up on the one girl who erased you faster than an August forest fire and turned your world into smoke and ashes? I could say something about the nature of hope, of desire, of love – how love is really nothing more than loyalty, which is something she showed me I could say, "You just have to take one soulful look into those green eyes and you would begin to understand." I could wade into the kind of woman she is the heart, the soul of her her unflagging selflessness her purity, her naivety the wholesomeness of her actions the power of her te...