fighting

almost a week has passed since she has learned that she was loved by the man of her past

or may we call him the hesitant, the latin lover, her angel...what is a name, if...-

so a week has almost passed with its usual emotional ups-n-downs, pain, tears, laughter, feeling of wholeness ans secueness, insecurity...she grew more naked and vulnerable each day

and her skin so soft and thin and pale

she almost became seethrough

yet she could not see

what was it she had in her heart.

her heart was like a fortress. from there did she fight.

for -as she realized nor the nth time - she needed

either TO FIGHT

or BE FOUGHT FOR

if at least one of these two were not inclueded she grew somehow weary and distanced

and the relationship silently emptied itself into her pocket

and with what was left of it

she would walk away in seach for a new quest.

yet this time it wasnt about the new.

at least not only.

it was also about the old.

and the newness of the old

or the oldness of the new

it was about imagination and reality

it was about making a decision she was not prepared

nor willing

to make.

she would take her chances with one

this day

and with the other

that day

she would run back

(in time)

or forwards

but in fact all she did was

running around in circles.

closeness is the key when something needs to

start or restart

for growth is impossible if two people are locked within the caves of their hearts

but closeness is not about being physical

it is about time

(the time you 'waste on your rose'...said the fox...)

and whereas Some people seemed not to have enough time

Others were always there no matter what

and still. as she was out for the quest.

and weary

seethrough

and vulnerable

she did not know

if Some day or the Other

may she not realize that her heart cheated on her

by being silent

when she would have needed to hear it most.

(or were her thoughts

too rumorous

her ears too deaf

her eyes too blind??)