There’s a faint reflection…caught as if in an afterthought out of the corner of my eye…but it blurs quickly as if being wiped away and then it’s gone. I beckon with faint abandon for it to return and stare deeply at where I had thought it had once been…afraid to blink for fear that I might miss it again…sad that I only caught a glimpse – restless in the fact that it was by design all I was permitted. At first the moments gravity keeps me from moving away…and in the stillness I find myself wishing I was strong enough to stop this quickly fading moment…but then ever so slightly feel the forces shifting and I start to resist all the natural laws of this existence pulling me away. The futility of trying to stay in that place soon becomes too immense…I search for some kind of peace in this recurrence, but only resolve that this story isn’t finished yet…and step away under my own volition quite prepared to spend the rest of my life addicted to the hope and promise of these moments – faint reflections of you.
“I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.” – Francois Truffaut
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂