Love songs to the truth

It was a person whose soul was on her sleeve. Her heart atop her breast.

There was a silence about her that was deafening

Some people talk too much, some would rather not. She was neither. She spoke with her heart. Listened with her soul. Perceptive with a spark in her eye.

And yet there was a shroud of mystery. A calmness that crept out of her. It enveloped then drew you in; sophisticated, almost melancholic. I felt it immediately.

I almost remember the day I first saw her. I certainly remember the day I first tried to talk to her. The depth of her silence took me with it. Ravaged and drowned me in it. It wasn't that she did not speak. It wasn't just her dark bespectacled eyes. It wasn't her dark opaque skin that always drew my eyes to it. It was the fact that I had met a person who didn't quite belong. And no. It wasn't a person who did not fit in. But it was a person who you just couldn't fathom. A person whose personal history was an abyss. A chasm who none dared venture near but could only sense it's being.

And we talked till dawn. Out of breath.

I could but hope. I could but fear. I knew what she did; what she liked; what she wanted.

I did not know her. I would have held her in my arms, looked her in the eye and shook the truth out of her. Truth that should only take a lifetime to convey. The truth about her somber eyes. The truth about her silence that could be felt; that could be heard between her every heartbeat and her every breath. I would have pleaded with tears in my eyes about what she meant when she paused, when she danced, when she laughed, when she smiled. The crinkle. The warmth.

Dawns came. Dusks waned. The smell of monsoon. Chill of winter. Passion of the summer.

Bitter chocolate. Dark eyes. Caramel laugh.

And I stumbled. I stumbled then fell. I fell with my stomach lurching, heart pounding. Breathless, into the deep. It felt like a millennia. It only took a moment.

The deluge of her presence came crashing down and took me with it.

My hopes, they dissolved into hopelessness.

All of my sins and all of my dreams, they washed away in the torrents of her silence.