You smiled and there it was. The light. That light. The one I had missed, the one I had lost. It was there, beaming at me in every sound, color, and language I could comprehend. And couldn't. I hoped to understand those later.
But it was there. It did not have a brightness, but a precense. I knew it was a light. I did not need my eyes blinded, or the company of pitch black to see. Perhaps that's why this light felt different. I closed my eyes. I opened. You were still there. Your light was still there. I no longer needed the darkness to see it.
I looked down to my feet, hoping I would not feel so illuminated. You had a way of doing that. The way you looked. The smile. The light. I could feel myself on display. Not under scrutiny, nor up for criticism, but to be admired. In the light. In your light. In the light that was warm. I knew I should welcome it, accept it, perhaps dance in it, but I could not. My feet offered protection from the goodness you were offering me. From the goodness I had condemned. They were my favorite shoes. But I cursed them for their temptation.
No, no, come back. I panicked. I broke away from the hold on my shoes and looked to you. Darkness I expected. My chance gone. Squandered. Fleeing.
No. You reached out. The light. My god there it was. Again. Bright. But in disposition, not in sight. It was shooting through me, like electricity to my body. Renegade veins happily carried the glowing significance that was your light. My light. Possibly our light. I withered. Our. I wondered if there was enough of it to speak like that.
And right then I swear every particle of space that surrounded us became injected with this contagious light that you created. I could hear the hum of a million old lights that had been waiting to be turned on. I could hear their cheers. Gleeful buzzing.
You were here. I was here. I couldn't explain it, but my god I didn't care. How does this happen? You laughed. Oh that sound. In harmony with the lights. All of them. Yours, theirs, mine, ours. It created a symphony of understanding, and bliss. I turned. The lights were still on. The darkness hadn't fallen.
You were here. It was all that mattered. I turned my back on the off switch and looked to you.
You smiled.
A light came on.
.K SG C.
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