March 14, 2010

The message came just before mid-day—a passive explanation of why we would no longer see each other. I left the office immediately, retreated to a soaring sanctuary where I could sit and cry unnoticed. The sun filtered down from the ceiling and striped the wooden pews.

I lit a candle for the girl who had started to fall in love, who had, in just a few short weeks, put more of herself out there than she had in years. The candle sputtered and lit, a beacon to the resilience I’ve fostered with blistered hands.


  1. Beautiful description of a cathedral.

  2. beautiful. and (sigh).

  3. Querulous Squirrel, thank you.

    Jen, and, thank you to you. I echo your sigh.

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