James Friedman
It was your love that brought him back into the resonance of life. For it not to have been you, were you to have stayed outside his sphere that summer forward, should your pair be separated henceforth, would be to re-cork the shaken bottle of champagne his life had become. And should the very sparkles and shimmer of the bubbles in the spring lit air be so subdued as to forget their purpose, he alone could tell them how their fluid crystalline nature captured light and nostalgia better than any summer day could render. But he wouldn’t tell them alone, and he doesn’t, because he has a hand to hold onto. Such there that in his grasp, he has a way not to lose himself in the world. So that whether he was to ever see those bubbles again, were he never again to drink champagne, it was only because of you that he knew what he said to lift their souls was true.
Yet even so, when the tears in your eyes and tears in your heart soaked into his mind, the coupling of past and present inter-spliced him, and reality cut his mind like a paring knife.
Yet even so
A stranger to his own life in waking
He needn’t know all the details of yesterday’s remains
To know that his full life awaited him
In tomorrow’s today
Or the forever until then