THE GUEST II

Rough edges.

Your guest leaves you there, on the floor, full of wonder and excitement. A bittersweet sadness, watching them leave. Thinking, what a wonderful adventure. Knowing, you’ll never have it again. And that’s okay. You know the value of one great unexpected journey. The world, your table of life is a little different now, and you are better for it. You, are grateful. Your days turn on and on, most of the company you keep stays the same. But you look longingly from time to time at that summer sunshine beam, wondering at that unexpected journey. You move on, reflecting upon it occasionally, a small smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, your eyes are far away with remembrance. Those around you, with the sight to see, wonder where you’ve gone, so near, so far. The chair creaks next to you with easy acceptance. Your unexpected guest has returned, wholly unannounced. Without advancement. Without prompt, or prequel. They are there, and you are joyous for it. All caution abandoned at the prospect of more. More anything. A speck of their time, a blink of their attention. You are unabashedly eager for it. There is no shame to be had, here. 

END PTII