I know I had come across true love
once, and I know it because the feeling still burns in my bones. I
met him at the age of 4, his name was Elijah. Never in a million years
would I have thought that I would see him fade into colorless dust,
brushing away to coat the earth and never be found, leaving his
family like a shipwreck in a never-ending tide. Elijah, oh how much I
could have done for you, how much I could have done to save you. But
in my seven year old shoes, I stood paralyzed as menacing arms
gripped mine, with a scolding voice that replayed over and over in my
head. One day, we were going to stare deep into each-others eyes,
telling ourselves it was where we wanted to be for the rest of our
lives. We were going to run in our adult shoes, playing tag, until
our legs didn't work anymore. That
was our true fate, not this.
Nothing would have
burnt us to the ground. But now I live with a demon always sitting on
my shoulder. He likes to laugh at me for what I've done, reminding me
of the horrors over again, just as soon as I try to move on. He binds
me with chains of silence, he binds me with a closed mind. He draws
the man who burnt my clothes, the man who burnt your life. Elijah, I
could have saved you.
Elijah...
One day, I hope you will forgive me.
But do
you remember our last day together, Elijah? The one where we walked
home from school through fields of gold, spinning the earth beneath
our feet? Do you remember the sun and how it melted the clouds
beneath it, revealing the freckles on our faces? Our hands
intertwined unconsciously, as our tiny hearts beat like racing drums.
We ran until our laughter knocked us down, and stayed until the sky
was coated with marmalade. If only we could have frozen the moment
and never moved on. If only we could have both stayed in our seven
year old bodies. If only I had never been given the opportunity to
grow up alone.
I
wish our hands stayed intertwined the whole way through. I wish we
closed our eyes, and imagined the sun was melting us into the fields
of gold. I wish my little legs didn't learn to escape. I wish it was
me instead of you, so that you could have run home to your family,
letting them know everything was okay.
And
in this moment, I wish the fires that covered you could dry my tears.
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