Our Time Spent

I have mentioned before that this little boat breaths a life of it’s own, and like all biology it changes. It changes with such frequency that change it’s self be comes a constant. Faces come and go; new blood and spirits come as old ones leave. It becomes as such that you take no real notice of it. After the hugs and goodbyes there is a moment of loss but life carries on just the same.  However this is, both sadly and gratefully, not true with all cases. She sat alone when first I saw her, among the clanking and chatter of the lunch time rush, and soon I found my self set across adding to the clanking and chatter. Her hair was brown, short, and wavy. Her eyes were blue and encased by the shimmer and sparkle of the glass that was set before them. She gave way to a smile and a conversation’s start. The words flowed from her lips with the quite beautiful accent of her Belgium homeland. She spent her days fallowing the thin, dark skinned model they called pretty, trying all she could to pull a story out of this place. Her nights were spent with me, discussing life’s great mysteries and the defining events from our past, until, and far into, the dead and silent early hours of morning. We may have never agreed, but understand a respected each other, we assuredly did. The more we spoke the more I would see flickers of a flame that has been far long extinguished. With in one short week she had come to know me better than most have in my 20 years of life. Oh how I with we could have had 100 more suns till our depart, but that was not to be our fate. It seems that a week was all we were fated for, and a week was all we got. Faces come and go, but it seems that some faces are to remain forever with in the persistence of memory.