It's a story of danger, lust, and mad romance. It happened between two such individuals this year. This last summer to be exact. I remember it well, for I was there writing and watching. The two lovers found themselves together sometime around June. Passion exploded between them at first sight and at first meeting. They were smart, funny, and hardly ever disagreed (except for the occasional concern about animals); and it was intriguing to all who saw them."Just what I need." Bonnie said once to him. "At this time."
"I'm glad." Clyde responded with light concern.
They spent the summer days and nights together. Whether it was going for walks, holding hands, an occasional party, but it seemed to them that wherever they went, they were the only ones in the room. The were even times, when friends commented on how beautiful they were together.
Despite all their joy and happiness they both smiled with a certain and sharp sadness behind their eyes. She because she could never truly love him, her heart was too splintered to even hold, and he because he could never truly have her, his hands could never hold what she couldn't give. Some may have called it a lost cause, and I think thats what inspired the most beauty out of the situation. It was like knowing when you were going to die and doing everything you can to enjoy the moment before the reaper came.
But what do I know about love and life?
Or anything relevant for that matter.
What I do know is that they had separated, not emotionally at first. Only by a distance that made it harder for the two, but passion sometimes inspires crazy things, and so they held on as long as they could to that beauty they had found for one whole summer. Of course, it didn't last much longer. His patience endured yet his attentions and affections toward her dulled, you could say he was inconsistent or that he didn't care. You could also say she had no more patience, or felt uncared for. Yet as far as faults go. I can see neither her nor him to blame.
It was merely a tragic story of bad timing and extreme passions. Like a firework shot off right before the actual show should have started; explosive and quietly dead. They wanted different things and those dreams coincided together for a short time of amazing love and passion that many including myself would be envious. It was the emotion that poetry always seems to only try to capture.
I, myself, wrote this only to speak, and to lay down a witness of the beauty that may never be named again, and while it may sometimes still exist in dreams and in lost thoughts, Bonnie and Clyde both can smile at the knowledge that they had something both damned and special.
Wherever they are, and whatever they do. I wish them well, and pray they meet sometime somewhere where dreams and reality can coincide again. Even if briefly, because to me, I think it was worth it for them.
- The Danger Kid
3 comments:
Their passion was true as the summer days were long. The days eventually grew shorter and shorter and so did time they had together. It's tragic, as he would say, but the sun must set eventually. That certainly doesn't mean that you can't appreciate the sun, even when it ceases to shine. Perhaps, then, you appreciate it more.
Brings a tear to my eye
It's funny how the thoughts in your head can make it onto a piece of paper and suddenly become something so intoxicating, alluring. It is something I will always respect you for. Too bad your thoughts don't always come out so eloquent and poetic in spoken words.
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