I am dissolving into this chair.
I am disappearing, a little more each day.
I can see it in their eyes.
It’s time, take me back to that spring afternoon.
The sea is cold and shimmering. You show me shells and point out birds and buffalo.
Just two and a bit. Totally pure.
Gentle but radiant. Moonlight and sunlight woven together.
Your laughter trickles down from my shoulders.
I always knew I’d long for this moment.
And now it’s time.
Do you remember the game we played with the animal book? Taking turns to shout stop!
I’m not dissolving in this chair.
You’re not stepping out of a cab, late for a meeting, five and a half thousand miles away.
No, we’re on the beach, on a spring afternoon
and there’s plenty of time before dark.
