Unsavored Moments

For you - whose revelations surprised me.

You are about shelves of books read, loved and yet never discussed. You are all about clever conversations that never take place, and witty repartees that remain unsparred. You are all about awkward silences when a dam burst of dreams and a torrent of words threaten to undo you and dissolve you into millions of molecules. You are all about sitting alone at night waiting for sleep to take over, while perfect lives on the television mock the bareness you feel. And in the nights where you sit in that chair that has become a cocoon, you revel in moments that never take place, and go to places you’ve never been, and to touch the hands you will never touch.

I ask you to leave that chair, and stand up. I ask you to open the veritable feast that is your mind. Share it. Open up. I do not mean you give up your private world. It is yours. Revel in it. Only allow us in once in a while. Let us savor the words you so long to speak, and allow us to be flabbergasted by the outrageousness of your ideas, or be amazed by the brilliance that your eyes can barely hide, or. Let us turn off that infernal television, and let us share cups of coffee, and converse up to the wee hours of the night, and let us laugh. Let us laugh until our bellies ache, and our tears roll. Let us stay up until we have said what we have wanted to say, and until we said the things we never intended to say.

Here, take me hand. Let me hold yours.