Forgiving the World
Because You Are in It
The Day That I Met You
Matilda Mann
There are days when the world feels too vast and indifferent, a rushing stream that has no time to stop and look at a small flower trembling by the road. The telephone rings, and the voice on the other end only confirms this coldness, telling you that yesterday is gone and nobody has the time to care.
You shrink down, pulling your bruised knees to your chest, letting the short days collapse into dark, heavy nights. It is a quiet, everyday kind of heartbreak, the kind that doesn't scream but simply whispers that you are entirely alone.
But then, you called. It is strange how a single voice can reach through the miles of tangled wires and quiet the background noise of an entire city. You did not offer grand solutions or try to magically erase the bruises that life had left on me. You only said that you could never love anyone else this way. And just like that, an invisible scent of lavender filled the empty room, settling into the corners and refusing to leave.
I look closely at the world now, and it does not seem so terrifying. The endless chatter of passing strangers is just harmless noise, because I have the best part of my day safely tucked into my memory. So whenever the shadows grow long and you feel the sudden urge to hide from the ache of living, please know that my heart is always open.
Leaving the Porch Light On
After the line goes quiet, the silence in the room no longer feels heavy or hollow. I make a warm cup of tea, watching the steam rise and curl, much like the lingering scent of lavender you left behind in my mind. The bruises are still there, tender and slow to fade, but they do not ache tonight.
Quiet dial tones
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