Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Moment

A wise person once said that we often don’t recognize the most important things at the moment they happen. That’s the way it was. Weeks later, when she was struck with the realization of what had transpired, the truth of it took her breath away. On that rainy Thursday afternoon, the moment after he walked away, she knew it was true. He had carried her heart for the longest time and she hadn’t even noticed. Only now, when it lay bruised and bleeding at her feet, did she realize she had given it and all the love it held away.

4 comments:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Very well put, Tess... As always.

John Wiswell said...

Poor lady. May she realize that if it lays at your feet, then it's close enough to pick up and get beating again.

Loree said...

I think your paragrapg struck a cord. I bet we all go through it in one way or another.

Laurita said...

Nursing that heart is a difficult but wonderfully soothing thing. Your words always strike a chord, Tess. Beautiful and sometimes harsh, but true.