They stepped into another life
The moment they got out of the plane..
No prying eyes… no wagging tongues… no responsibilities….
Even if it was just for a limited time..
They were free…
Free to walk hand in hand…
Free to sit beside one another and enjoy a meal
Free to laugh together
…as only lovers would
And before they knew it
they had to return.
To reality
To responsibility
To the rigidity that life imposes
All they had to hold onto
Were the memories
So wonderful... so lovely
They were prisoners of it.
The moment they got out of the plane..
No prying eyes… no wagging tongues… no responsibilities….
Even if it was just for a limited time..
They were free…
Free to walk hand in hand…
Free to sit beside one another and enjoy a meal
Free to laugh together
…as only lovers would
And before they knew it
they had to return.
To reality
To responsibility
To the rigidity that life imposes
All they had to hold onto
Were the memories
So wonderful... so lovely
They were prisoners of it.
1 comment:
I totally understand the sentiment and feelings behind this post. I have been there, and felt the freedom that a foreign place gives. Beautiful words and evocative sentiments, my friend xx
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