|Cheaha State Park, Alabama, The Fall of 2006|
Do you still exist? was the wrong question. Neither of them knew at the time.
Yes, he forgot who was asking.
She had been a period, a place. (a name on a list)
He was a belief, a theory. (a hope)
Be happy, he said.
Go away, she replied.
It was a search for evidence, those years between.
They found what they were looking for.
The looking for was what changed.
I was not on the list, he said.
You have to say you want it, she replied.
Today I am grateful for dark moments and heavy rains but most especially for the mornings following when the story's characters wake up and witness a daybreak.