The Desk
A Love Story
A Love Story
I knew, as my energy left this body, that I had to find him while I still held his memory.
I heard the field call out to me. ‘Join us’ they beckoned ‘be reborn’.
I also knew, if I did, this, and all previous memories as far back as the birth of this universe, would be erased.
If not, there’d be no lesson.
No reason for being.
The monotony would become unbearable...
I had to get to him.
It was strange, this fleeting from matter. I'd say akin to a bowel movement, but that would be gross, and though apropos, not very poetic. Birth would be more fitting, though it is really an inexplicable feeling.
Anyway, the exchange lies ahead.
I didn’t actually ‘see’ or ‘hear’, just sensed.
Sensed all the energy as I passed, both the bound, confined, and free.
So much. So many. So eternal.
Sensing the connection to everything that exists, or ever existed.
Some, I recognized. Others, not.
I continued. Our connection was strong, guiding me.
When I finally reached my destination, I didn’t really know what to do next. I had to find something to enter or would be drawn back by the field itself. I was a renegade. It was love, caused it. I couldn’t abide the thought of losing all we had.
Would we ever find each other once again when reappointed?
I could request.
Perhaps return as a puppy in hopes he would find and adopt me. Or another human, though distance and time would interrupt any chance of reuniting.
I had to do something quickly, so I merged with, of all things, his desk. I had to. I felt the pull of the infinites, and with it, my memory.
This ‘vessel’ was empty, the occupant perhaps had learned the lesson, and was recalled.
As long as I entered inert matter, I could maintain all memory. For a time, at least. I hoped. Being with him was worth whatever lay ahead.
I waited and waited. What else could I do, I was a goddamn desk.
How long before I'd be drawn away? I had no idea.
Eventually, I felt the vibration of a door closing, recognized a chair being sat upon, and sensed the deep sigh of his breath as he lay his head upon me.
I knew he had just returned from work and was exhausted.
It's how it was before. Before I became his desk. When I was a girl. His, girl.
He never knew what became of me.
We were of the internet world, he and I.
Living many miles apart, yet knowing one another more intimately than couples ever do in a lifetime.
We were together daily. In spirit. Our truer selves.
We had plans, looked to the future. A future that never could, nor would, be.
I wondered now, as he released a deeper sigh, if he missed me.
Such is life on the internet. In time, he would realize I wasn't returning. Would he be sad? Angry? Think I'd found someone else? He'll never know.
I longed to console him, but how could I, a desk....
(to be continued and worked upon, if procrastination and/or something else doesn't take it's place.)
I heard the field call out to me. ‘Join us’ they beckoned ‘be reborn’.
I also knew, if I did, this, and all previous memories as far back as the birth of this universe, would be erased.
If not, there’d be no lesson.
No reason for being.
The monotony would become unbearable...
I had to get to him.
It was strange, this fleeting from matter. I'd say akin to a bowel movement, but that would be gross, and though apropos, not very poetic. Birth would be more fitting, though it is really an inexplicable feeling.
Anyway, the exchange lies ahead.
I didn’t actually ‘see’ or ‘hear’, just sensed.
Sensed all the energy as I passed, both the bound, confined, and free.
So much. So many. So eternal.
Sensing the connection to everything that exists, or ever existed.
Some, I recognized. Others, not.
I continued. Our connection was strong, guiding me.
When I finally reached my destination, I didn’t really know what to do next. I had to find something to enter or would be drawn back by the field itself. I was a renegade. It was love, caused it. I couldn’t abide the thought of losing all we had.
Would we ever find each other once again when reappointed?
I could request.
Perhaps return as a puppy in hopes he would find and adopt me. Or another human, though distance and time would interrupt any chance of reuniting.
I had to do something quickly, so I merged with, of all things, his desk. I had to. I felt the pull of the infinites, and with it, my memory.
This ‘vessel’ was empty, the occupant perhaps had learned the lesson, and was recalled.
As long as I entered inert matter, I could maintain all memory. For a time, at least. I hoped. Being with him was worth whatever lay ahead.
I waited and waited. What else could I do, I was a goddamn desk.
How long before I'd be drawn away? I had no idea.
Eventually, I felt the vibration of a door closing, recognized a chair being sat upon, and sensed the deep sigh of his breath as he lay his head upon me.
I knew he had just returned from work and was exhausted.
It's how it was before. Before I became his desk. When I was a girl. His, girl.
He never knew what became of me.
We were of the internet world, he and I.
Living many miles apart, yet knowing one another more intimately than couples ever do in a lifetime.
We were together daily. In spirit. Our truer selves.
We had plans, looked to the future. A future that never could, nor would, be.
I wondered now, as he released a deeper sigh, if he missed me.
Such is life on the internet. In time, he would realize I wasn't returning. Would he be sad? Angry? Think I'd found someone else? He'll never know.
I longed to console him, but how could I, a desk....
(to be continued and worked upon, if procrastination and/or something else doesn't take it's place.)