Dear Shiloh

Dearest Shiloh,

I am reckless- a tornado.
You, a calm before the storm that is me.
This is where I explain why I must go.
This is why you mustn't look.

There is a place where night meets dawn and vast darkness turns to fragmented shadows.
There, my love, is where you lay and stay.

There is a time of sunrise where everything is still and smooth. It is when every color and everything is just about to emerge. And this is when I place you in the margins of my memories.
A place even I can't find.

There are days where you slip from the grip of my intentional shackles and find your way back to me- just barely. And I, my love, believe you are and will be my greatest, most mysterious what if.

But as the day sinks to evening and you roam from shadow to shadow, I cannot follow.
My love is hollow.

And there are moments when I think, "what if?"
What if I can't live without you lurking in the night?
What if one day, you'll forever be lost from sight?

And that, my dearest Shiloh, is why you stay in the corner of the margins.
Because you are a possibility- a frightening what if.
And you are the lost calm I will never find.

Love,
Ren.


Links

Part I- Elizabeth & Jason's Irredeemable Conversations
Part II- The Desolating Tale of Karen O'Hale