BLACK AND WHITE<\/strong> You see the boardwalk leading to land. I see the cracks, the water splashing and hungry beneath us. You point out the stars in their assigned constellations and know them by name. You see Mary Magdalene at the foot of the Cross in the clouds. I see a sky punctured by stars where the sun shines through. I see the morning\u2019s blue sky marred by white drifts of cloud that get caught on the sun.<\/p>\n Were we always that way? Hard-headed realist and dreamer? Is foresight a blessing and forethought a curse?<\/p>\n You laughed when I told you the zebra<\/a> is black with white stripes. You said it was white with black. Back then life was easier, anxious to please as new lovers can be, we agreed it was black and white striped.<\/p>\n But love softens in ways that are both good and bad. Patience is not a good stand-in for passion. Sighs are not filtered through smiles. Disagreements aren\u2019t cute anymore.<\/p>\n No, we\u2019re not going to make it, you\u2019re right. Ten years just rounded off the sharp edges, dulled the point of the knife. It makes me sad; not that you couldn\u2019t see the bugs on the roses but that I couldn\u2019t just close my eyes and inhale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" BLACK AND WHITE Word Count: 211 You see the boardwalk leading to land. I see the cracks, the water splashing and hungry beneath us. You point out the stars in their assigned constellations and know them by name. You see … Continue reading
\nWord Count: 211<\/p>\n