I saw him, sitting across the room.
It was like lightning had struck me.
Standing there, like a tree, I was quivering at the clouds, at the very threat of the wind. I felt fear crawl through my stomach like a spider, spinning a paralyzing web.
As I scanned the room, looking for a face I knew, I found his – one foreign to me.
I was struck by cool, blue lightning…yet I was not burnt.
How strange it was, to find safety in the place where I had always found danger – in a stranger’s eyes.
Since then he has not left me. Though distance seperates us…though my silence seperates us. I may not be with him, but he has not left me.
Will I ever see him again? I do not know. Will he ever think about me, or care if I think about him? I do not know.
Can lightning strike the same place twice?
I shall stand on this hill. Alone. Like the tree beyond me. I shall stand, bare or with leaf. When sad or happy, and wait.
I will wait for the lightning. I will wait for the burning.
I will waight.