She was watching him from the other side of the room
The way he would press his hands on his head
When he was lost in his thoughts
His dark brown eyes piercing through the crowd
And aiming right at her heart, when he glanced her way.
He would smile, and she would lower her eyes
And blush, repressing hers back.
There was nothing that could keep those two apart.
Not any distance, nor fights, no one.
They would go on walks and chat for hours
Listening to the stream of each other’s voice
Masking all other sounds out,
Minds soothed, hearts opened, hands brushing, joined
Two souls flirting, having found their counterpart.
She was there the day it all went down
She was sitting at this bar,
Waiting for him to join her
High in expectation
Checking her smile in her hand-mirror
Hoping he would surprise her
Maybe she would catch a glimpse of him in her reflection
Two souls expecting yet about to be torn apart.
He arrived only minutes later
He heard the shots and ran over
The scene was frantic, the sight dramatic
People were pressing against each other
Lost in plain sight, drowning in pain,
Nightmarish vision pushing past.
Two souls, one aborted start.
Inert, stunned, moving bodies
Covered in blood and parts
Some screaming, crying,
Numbed by the familiar setting instantly distorted
Their world turned apocalyptic
Eyes in pain, drama unfolding its wrath on them
Betraying their hopes
Breaking their hearts
Leaving them lost with no way out
Souls crushed by a misguided dart.
He ran to her frail figure
Standing there in the midst of it all
Holding her torn entrails
Her white shirt turned red and brown
She was looking straight at him, shocked yet lucid
Knowing it would be her last time seeing him.
She closed her eyes
She wished him there by her side
She needed him to hold her.
To feel his arms around her one last time
To make her feel whole
Feel like it would be alright
Hold her hand while her body and mind
Were suddenly torn apart
Two souls joined and abruptly brought apart.
In the middle of the chaos surrounding them
He found his way to her
He held her close
Realizing it was her end.
Their end. He let his warm tears
Flood the stained fabric of her shirt.
Pushing through the pain,
In the warmth of his embrace,
She felt safe until she drew her last breath.
I wrote this text this morning bearing in mind the remembrance of last year’s attacks in Paris and the loved ones lost.