He came from a tropical region of Ecuador, and he told me of stone buildings and Cathedrals and city streets in the Fall.
We would dance the Tango and the Meringue in dimly lit rooms on Friday nights.
We had that way of catching each others eyes from opposite ends of a crowded room,
And it was almost as if all magnetic forces seemed to work in our favor.
He held my hand and I held his,
Time would stop and freeze in a golden sort of glow.
Eventually, the time came for him to return to his country, and as I took him and his friends to the International Airport, I held onto his shirt like it was made of the very threads of time. We stood face to face, and he spoke in his beautiful foreign dialect to his brother and friends. I pretended to sip my Coffee, and smiled a pretend smile. I looked in his eyes as he reached toward my hand. He pursed his lips as I did mine, and we knew that it was the end.
"I'll see you in the Fall?" I said, as he began to turn towards his gate.
"Meet me in the city streets. That is where I will be." he said.
He leaned down, and we shared our final embrace.
He became another face,
another name,
another figure.
I still haven't seen the Ecuadorian streets in the Fall.
And I have been thinking about you lately. I hope that you are well, and I wish you all the best.
2 comments:
Guys will tell you a lot of things as you are a beautiful person inside and out. Hopefully you will cross paths again, if not it just wasn't meant to be and the person you are meant for is out there.
Boys, boys, boys.
Never been my best subject.
But who needs 'em, right?
Anyway, I'm learning. There's more important things in my life right now. Like...books, and studying the different types of species of...ants.
:)
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