She was standing there, just standing. There. On that spot. There. She didn’t know why. Or how. She just came to be. There. On that spot. How long she had been there she didn’t know. The rain had ceased though. She no longer felt the incessant dripping off her fringe like a waterfall down her nose before joining the river at her feet.
She became aware of everyone around her. Casting puzzled glances in her direction mirroring the confusion in her own eyes. Yet still she continued to stand. To stand. To stand and wait. Wait for what she didn’t know she just knew she had to wait.
The sun that was creeping out from behind the now dispersing rain clouds glinted off her piercing blue eyes. Those same eyes that had just started to focus on the busyness surrounding her.
Suddenly he started to speak. She recognised the words. But the dulcet tones uttering them was foreign to her. Like his voice was somehow unworldly. But she listened. Even though she knew the words. She listened. Those words. Her words. The ones that had been swirling round and round inside her head for what seemed like a lifetime had now come to life. They had a voice. His voice. Not hers. His.
It was like he had reached into the deepest darkest parts of her being and was sharing all that she was with all who would listen. And she was listening. Listening with every part of who she was and who she forever will be. Hoping that somehow she too could learn a little more about who she was. Just like all those who were listening with her.
She jumped. Startled. Pulled from her own mind back into the here and now. His arms snaking around her waist bringing her back to her centre and she exhaled. She let it all out. The words, the thoughts, the worry. None of it mattered any more because he was here. With her. With him she allowed herself to be. He had come and he had come for her and she let him in. As whole and as totally as anyone person could. She let him to love her and be loved back and it was enough.
Those words were for her and for her only. She knew that. She gave him those words and he used them with love and with care when she needed them the most. When the pain was too much to bear, He spoke the words. When grief rose so quickly that she could do nothing but let it take her, he was there speaking the words.
Love. She felt the love and it brought her back to him and she let him guide her by hand. Slowly and silently they walked. They walked and they walked with purpose but with no place to go or rush to get there. He was taking her home.
An original piece of writing by Tracey Bowden.