That last image..

That last image: back turned, hand on door, bag on hunky shoulder, scarf wrapped around neck.. so handsome, so striking, my man. And with a cheeky grin and kiss blown at me, away he went.. my knight in shining armour departs, back into the depths of my dreams, memories only to be accessed by unfulfilled yearns.

My man.. I sat for a while and thought about that after he left, still tasting his sweet kisses, still feeling his warm hands on my face, his heavenly voice echoing in my ear, cherishing each particle of his scent left behind. I looked down at the book he had given me and the Gap envelope of which I knew the contents, held them to my chest and wept. I wept with gratitude, with appreciation at what I had. What I had was the world. I bowed my head in humility and thanked Him, Whoever, Whatever He was, I thanked Him for my man, for bringing him to me, for allowing our union.

Conscious that I had to leave, I made one last check of the room (ok, 3 checks lol) and packed my things. Half way out, I had one last glance at our temporary lodging, that we made into our heavenly abode. Our garden bloomed. I smiled and left with a spring in my step.

Until the next time my love, I shall cherish that last image..


-s