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The Glory & the Fading Star

Oh, he was always so glorious.

The lean look and the soft brown hair falling across his face had made him so.

He had taken the years with strained acquiescence, let them pour over him like the moonlight and then hang around his neck like a collar.

She says, “How lovely to see you.”

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He smiles and swallows hard.

There’s no commitment in that. It’s just a smile. He has done it only as a return and that, he thinks, is what matters.

She has used the word lovely to describe her honest feeling. Suddenly the night air seems a little warmer and the pressure at the back of his throat recedes. He steps into her eyes and back to when he was so very straight and tall, to when he wore his glorious soft brown hair like a crown. The lines on his brow don’t matter. Time doesn’t matter. Only this matters, this word lovely and all its thousand definitions, all its thousand pounds of gentle even pressure.

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Lovely isn’t strong enough to say what he means.

It isn’t lovely to see her.

It is…pleasure, burning through his skin and pouring over his lips.

“And it’s a pleasure to see you, as always.”

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He reaches to shake her outstretched hand. All her many milliwatts travel up his spine. In his mind he pulls her in, her head is buried in his chest, he dives face first into her dark hair. It smells like rain. He recalls all their million connections, he remembers her wet eyes on the night that she ceded her position as the lofty saint to his intrepid sinner. He had often thought about how their association had been so intimate, more instantly intimate than any other in his life. She had known things about him that he had never needed to tell her. They had both comprehended the jargon of starry souls, they had both carried the oppressive weight of abandoned dreams and still kept an easy, open gate.

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They were mighty.

They were heavenly.

They were soul mates.

But she was never love.

No, the woman on his arm, the woman who had raised his sons and fed him on his sick bed, this woman was love. Love so far and wide that he had never heard of one like it. Yes, they had spent years in the cycle of connect-retreat-connect-retreat-connect, until one night he had peered across ruffled covers and sleeping grandbabies to see not just his wife, but the greater part of his Self. They were two trees grown together, two lovely trees, tall and earthy with gray moss growing on their highest branches. She was the immutable saint to his exhausted sinner.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you’ve done so well,” she says, her voice the memory of reckless springtime.

“The same to you, dear.”

He hopes that she has done as well as he has, but he knows that she has not.

No one has.

He is much older now, much more restrained. He is inches shorter and far too lean. But he is still glorious. He always was, really.

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