civilization built up around me. i watched my fellow man advance. great new discoveries, bold new sciences, tragic and beautiful heresies. but i felt cold. the gap only widened with you not there. i long ago gave up searching. a part of me knew where you were; that i could see you. but i was convinced that it had been too long, too many years, too many lives; that you would no longer feel the same, that you would no longer love me. it became more true to me with every passing year. time had withered my passion.
i had not made joyous sounds in so many lives. longer than i could remember. my fingers trembled and twitched, sometimes remembering the feeling of the vibrations, music over your body. but it was just a memory, an echo. nothing more. i immersed myself in the doldrums that was everyday life. i was a serf and had no drive to succeed without my muse.
you would think that this would be the end. that the story would end here in tragedy, quietly, a slow death. but tragedy is never so banal. there is still more to come…
had we met in another life 