The Space Between

You sat down at our table. A whirlwind of smiley energy, an isolating gaze and a warm, gorgeous smile. I found you curious. Immediately immersed in a heartfelt conversation, you gave me unwitting time to soak you in. Examine the curve of your arm. Observe your posture. Watch the sunlight pass through the arc of your eyes.

Serendipity refilled my glass as stories not otherwise revealed played out before me. Early loss of love. Untold pain that belied your upturned lips. A pause. An understanding sigh of one who has just witnessed last rites. Knowledge of that which was only a matter of time did not offset the pain you saw looming on your own horizon.

I found you fascinating. Your experience. Your life’s work. All unsuspectingly wrapped in a deep purple shift. Even the dress conveyed a sense of joy, purple poppies in a sea of dismal grey. The inverse. Swimming in a sea of happiness. A tide you didn’t choose, sweeping you to a sad shore.