His name was Soul.
He had worn his laces from white to old and had ran enough in those shoes that air could escape through the size of the holes which had replaced the shoes soles.
His walks consisted of corner store runs to those walks in which you never want to come home. But he always did because he wasn’t the type to permanently run away, like those who board the city’s commuter trains without even noticing the slight change in the stations wall paints of gray. Did you even notice the weather today? Soul did as soon as his mother held the front door open and kissed him out.
He was one who wore those Live For the Moment tees, breathed musical beats while reading Socrates and studied modern day spray painted calligraphy for pure enjoyment.
He was the high school which I drew, the roots in which I grew, slideshows and eye fulls, of his friends and my crew packed into cars at the fast food joint’s drive thru, after school meet ups and the weekend beach trips that I knew. He knew.
Stress free and going through that mid-teens less than three, Soul searched and found when least expected the girl he easily placed above his head in a cloud whenever his mind shut off to rest with ease.
Call it his day dream if need be but I saw it more as an episode of infatuation formed with someone who could through her actions tell me that that’s all he and her would ever reach, yet he smiled.
Knowingly, he dialed her number every now and then, and she would lift him up with a simple smiley IM, an ‘I miss u’ text message sent and slowly they both became the best of friends, icons for the nikons and the get-together camera lens, a duet in the yearbooks that condense the idealistic four years your life will ever spend.
After that stage, the cap and gown came and went and Soul found his new fateful place much different than hers and life’s corkscrews threw them at such different curves that they lost physical contact but they never lost the words.
Grew up in his own way, she also grown, I saw them at the same place again at a most recent wedding which had invitations and a cake with that name of hers, with bridesmaids and groomsmen and even a groom of her own.
Soul in the audience, as he smiled and looked on, saw the once love in his life tie a knot to a bond, and the cheers and the flash of the bulbs and dress that was white.
He left soon after with that same sense of moments he had since those carefree high school Saturday nights, in his suit and his laugh and his self. We shook hands and he boundlessly walked off.
His name was Soul.


M Motorr

Joined May 2009

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One of my biggest fears. Watching the person you are in love with get married with someone else. Saw this happen to one of my friends this year. Wrote this for that person.

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