Rhetorical Question

And after She told him he was Wonderful and thanked him for his Patience, He simply said "Hey, if we can't laugh at all the Weaknesses we each have, then what's the point in carrying Them around with us through Life?"

And as She struggled for some words, He smiled to himself and thought: "It was a Rhetorical Question."

And then She found her words and said, "Are you going to blog about this?"

And as He struggled for some words, She smiled to herself and thought: "It was not a Rhetorical Question."

Looking

He wandered through the eMotion Cafe for a bit, browsing the empty leather chairs, before coming up to the bar to order his tall coffee - with plenty of room for cream and sugar. After paying, He looked around the eMotion Cafe one last time and spoke.

"I've been Looking for a long time and in a lot of places and met a lot of Great People and a few NotSoGreat People, but I haven't found Someone that was looking for me," He said.

"Then again," He continued, "I'm never in the same place for very long so I can't blame Someone for not finding me."

"Say," He said, "You haven't seen anyone in here asking for Me, have you?"

"No," I replied, "I can't say that I have. But, I'll keep an eye out for Someone and let them know you were here, Looking, if they come around"

"That would be mighty kind of you," he said as he smiled. "It's a Big World out there and it'd be nice to find Someone to walk through it with"

And then He smiled, took a slow sip of his coffee, tipped his hat, and walked out of the eMotion Cafe to his rental car - never Looking back.

A Good Mattress

"It's gotten to be that I just pick the one with A Good Mattress," He said.

"Why is that?" She asked.

"Well, mostly because I live in a Hilton and sleep every night on Heavenly Beds and I tend to wake up happy. To be honest, I really just need my sleep sometimes. I mean, the World can be a tiring place to be - and there's nothing that kills a Relationship or a Good Day quicker than crappy pillows and a hard mattress. It just takes the joy out of anything that precedes falling asleep," He said.

"That's kinda shallow!" She retorted.

"Shallow? Oh, I don't think it's a coincidence that 75% of people get divorced or separated and, coincidentally, 75% of couples don't have a Good Mattress, do you? I really think there's a direct correlation between a couple who can agree on what a Good Mattress is and a couple's ability to "Get" each other" He said.

"You're weird." She said.

"You clearly don't have a Good Mattress" He said.

Good Morning

As He lay there with him in that early morning hour, He marveled at how, through all these years, they still fit together. He felt blessed that his little ones would still sneak into his bed some mornings to snuggle and, then, sleep some more.

And as He laid there with him, listening to his son's breathing, He held off the Hundred Things To Do (for at least a few more moments) and remembered Why He did any of those Things. And He closed his eyes and listened to his son inhale and exhale, holding onto that Time as tightly as his son snuggled against his arm. And He thought, then, that this was a Good Morning, that there was no better way to start a Day, and maybe Life was simply about holding him close to his heart - for as long as He could.

Never to Return

My words are my lovers
Spread across so many miles
So hard to find
And harder to keep
Once spoken
Kiss my lips, sweet words,
And wake my soul
from sleep.

My words are my lovers
Spread across so many moments
So hard to hold
And harder to release
Once found
Kiss my lips, sweet words,
And give my soul
some peace.

My words are my lovers
Stolen by Circumstance and Time
So hard to ever know
And harder to feel
Once remembered
Kiss my lips, sweet words,
As you slip into That Place
Where Lovers and Lost Words flee,
Never to Return.


| Edmund Vazquez | Never to Return | © May 27th, 2007 |

Bar of Soap In a Sock

"Wow. That is...wow. I like your writing," She said. She continued, "It is pretty intense."

"It is?" He asked, paused, and said: "I seriously write, I think, to keep from going crazy. For some reason, if i put it out here, online in some great vacuum of Nothing, I think it restores Balance in My Universe. In this Way, I'm only a channel for The Story, and not The Story itself."

"Wow.. I honestly would tell you if I thought it was Crap. But, It hits you in the face like a Bar of Soap in a Sock," She replied.

"Good... Then It is Real" He said. "Because Real Things hit you like that, I think."

And before She could continue, he blurted, "Hey, thank you. I'm honored that you like it. To be honest, Not Everyone can appreciate my writing. It doesn't resonate with everyone - like good writing should. Not Everyone likes it."

"Well, They are Horse Shit, then" She retorted, suddenly, and with little warning.

Stunned, He wasn't quite sure what to say.

Then, He understood what She was telling him. Suddenly, his Words weren't so hard to find.

"Spoken like a true Bar of Soap in a Sock" He said.

And he walked away rubbing his head a bit - knowing what it was like to get hit with something Real.