Keep Me in Your Heart [Vasco/Emma]
Jul 11, 2019 0:48:18 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Jul 11, 2019 0:48:18 GMT -5
Vasco IzarSomething happens when I hold herShe keeps my heart from getting olderWhen the days get shortand the nights get a little bit colderWe hold each other
Of all the dreams I’ve ever had, she’s the one I didn’t want to end.
I can still see her hanging from that peach tree in the orchard out by the Rhodes’s. I was looking up at her, and laughing at how her hair came down into my face. And I thought about how when she spoke, I wanted to listen to all that she had to say. Not because of how she looked, or what she promised. But that she was exciting, the kind of woman you knew could stand on a hill and let lightning strike rather than pull back from what she knew was right. She was talking about flowers and stones, sun catching in her eyes, and I thought – there can’t be another girl out there for me. Not one that could make me feel like I could float right up off the ground and kiss her.
I keep a picture in my wallet of the first summer we met. It was right after Druso’s birthday, when I’d asked her to spend the night with us. Jurgi had saved and saved for a camera, and took one of the two of us. We were laughing about something – we were always laughing – and I just remember thinking if I could just feel this happy for the rest of my life, I’d never want to be with anyone else.
We’re older now, lines painting a map under our eyes and cheeks, roads from all the laughter and tears we’ve shared. She’s even more beautiful, don’t you think? Look at the way she smiles, the way her face catches the light, all the complexity of the years. The here and now a part of her just as all those memories are, the way she’s just a better version of who’s she’s ever been. Always reminding me how lucky I’ve been, to know and to love someone that’s been at my side.
Maybe I’m just giddy from the trip to four. Or the train. They went and took the boxcars and set up some with old wooden pews for sitting, with little straps for folks so we don’t bounce around much off the seats. Emma reminded me to bring pillows so we had something to sit on. The windows were an afterthought, small and horizontal, but enough that I could see the miles of grain tumbling by.
Further on, in the next car are little sections of bunks stacked on top of one another. We have a little cordoned off section that’s a triple, space enough for us and our things. The singular perk of being the mayor, I suppose. Behind a little curtain and tucked away for safe keeping, when we need sleep.
“Look at the hills!” I whisper out, eyes on the world rolling by. Maybe I should’ve had less awe but never in my life could I imagine leaving eleven. A part of me had been selfishly scared to. What if, like so many other Izars, we never made it back? I think the only other thing that could’ve broken my heart aside from Emma was to never set foot there again. “We must be miles from eleven by now…”*Hold Each Other, A Great Big World