I Was There

I was there;

This morning after you left your room.

There was a palpable vibration of tension in the air.

The light came in on the right hand side of the bed as reckoned by one lying on it looking toward the ceiling.

I saw clothes hanging on chairs and the bed was not yet made up.

There was a device with a cd in it lying on the bed; I played it.

The male vocalist started out singing in Arabic then changed to English;

The lyrics were a variation on the theme of us v. them…not constructive.

I was nervous with fear that you might return and see me there;

How could I explain…or worse…that someone else might see me there.

I was nervous, too, because I have been so honest with you and I have left myself vulnerable and, more or less, naked before you.  I have nothing to hide behind so I didn’t want the scathing glare.  I held the device close to my heart knowing that you had held it too; that you had touched it; that you, perhaps, even loved it.  I left my Light there for you to find when you returned.

I came home and finished sleeping.