Walking Away

.2:20 pm

Igor woke up in Fanatic Gardens and looked at the clock and realized that he had no time to feel sorry for himself and he felt sorry anyways - for them, or her, or whoever the hell it was that needed feeling sorry for. He rushed outside for there was no time to waste and he hurried to his favorite place and sat down and did nothing.

Shadows moved slowly over him - carefully contouring and including him. He watched a spider spin a web between his shoes and he breathed. Breezes came and went and carried his thoughts away with them.

A butterfly floated out of the sky and landed on the end of a branch of a bush and it became a flower. As it waved back and forth in the gentle winds it reminded him of her. He closed his eyes and remembered promises and kind words and whispers. Eyelashes brushing his cheek. Skin moving on skin. Lips touching. Fingernails digging and soft sighs. He remembered her in his arms. Legs and feet tangling in humorous attempts at dancing. Eyes locked and mouths smiling. The happiness in her voice when she answered the phone and realized that it was him. He remembered the late night walks and the long conversations in the dark about everything they loved and hated. Her laughter. Her tears. The sweetness and the sadness in her voice as she shared her own memories with him. He remembered the dreams that they invented together. The possibilities they could see. The futures they hoped for. He remembered what she looked like the last time that she walked away from him and he remembered walking away from her.

He opened his eyes and the flower became a butterfly again and flew away.