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The Woman
Klimt Series — Into the Gold #2
Do you see her standing there? I wish I could. All I can feel is her heartbeat thrumming through her skin.
I imagine she’s brunette and lovely. She told me once that she was short, but I imagine I could lean down to kiss her well enough. I’d hear her whisper something, perhaps stutter out a reply, right before I claimed her mouth with mine.
But there are certain things I wouldn’t be able to tell her. Like about the dark nights. Like about the times I felt like I was a hellion in human skin. Like the times I shout out to a midnight sky because she left far too soon from a world that was cruel to the both of us.
There are times I felt crazy. There are times I’ve felt like a misfit. There are times I can’t even get out of bed because I wonder what the hell’s going on with my life.
My friends drag me back out to play, and it’s all right. Someday I’ll be able to know what it’s like to live a normal life. Today may just not be that day for me.
Do I know any better? Perhaps not.
Do I think I’ll be able to find her again? No. I’ve given up, I think, because I’ve seen her only in dreams — fancies, concoctions, loves left too far away.
