I’ve Been Waiting For You. October 30, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.Tags: All Souls Day, grave rubbings
trackback
Yes, you.
All these years, lying here, thinking of you, with the weight of this earth pressing on my eyes,
Waiting for you.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it! Wouldn’t you like to just lie down here and not get up? To imagine the breeze, hear the rustling leaves and the rattle of the ferns far above, and never have to worry about the rain?
Yes, you would, wouldn’t you.
So come a bit closer, won’t you?
Yes, yes you will. Slowly, through the waving ferns, you will come to me. You won’t even remember the slippery, tottering stones, or how you got over them, or what made you stop here in the first place.
There’s only me, and your desire to be with me, to lay down and not get up. To feel the earth cradling you, giving way, accepting your gift, swallowing you.
Come to me, O Weary Traveler. Stop your car here, turn off the lights, Come to me.
I feel the tread of your feet, your anticipation, your trembling need. I hear your heart quicken through the rustle of leaves, and hunger for you.
And now you’re standing over me, within my grasp, your world spinning, Heaven fading from your reality, and I promise you,
I promise as I reach through the earth toward you,
That if you don’t find another place to piss,
I’m going to come out there
And rip your dick off.
– Prophetic inscription on a stone up in Hawley.
You are priceless, you know that don’t you? You can always make me laugh just when I need to do just that. It’s been a long crappy day and I was in need of that laugh. Thanks, as always.
With all the tears, joyful or elegiac, the chuckle you drew forth with this was nice. You are very naughty – a large part of your charm.
Sylvia, thank you. It was an evolving concept, with a vague idea of where I was going and no idea how to get there. I wrote, edited, and wrote more until this fell out.
Paul, yes, the world is terrible, and there are legions who can’t escape it. But for those of us who can, occasional levity defends our sanity, draws a line behind which we can regroup for our next assault on injustice.
At which point, My Good Man, you always lead the charge with amazing grace!
That was wonderful and in beautiful symbiosis with the photograph.
That was great, what a hilarious ending.
Yes, it was! Perfect for Halloween.
Whooooooo….
You are the living end, CR! This is a great one!
HA! Now this was just perfect!
perfect!
you are just a treat!
Trés Funneh!
😆
Merci, Monsieur!
Et Madames ausi!
Happy Halloween, my dear friends. 🙂
CR…where else is someone to go if they can’t hold it in until they reach the tree?