For you, there’ll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
Because I feel that when I’m with you
It’s alright, I know it’s right
And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
--Haley Westenra, Songbird, (orig. Fleetwood Mac)
When he walked, people didn’t see the shadows.
They didn’t see the years, the volumes of thought, the observations, or the conundrums. They didn’t see the burns or disappointments or four tidy walls. Who knows what they saw.
But he powered his legs with the years, volumes, observations, conundrums, burns, disappointments, and four tidy walls.
* * *
She liked when he was around and liked it less when he wasn’t. Of course, she also liked to keep her emotions nicely at heel.
Once, she caught herself not listening when he was talking to her. She was imagining…something. And she quickly tucked that scary something back inside the cabinetry inside her head.
* * *
She liked the way he walked, regardless of what the others saw.
He was schooled in the construction of cabinetry.
That night, maybe they both sensed the barriers would be detonated.