Yes There Is

I walked the streets of my old hometown. The town of memories, the town of a past I would have hoped to never remember. Everything was just the same as it had been, as though it had waited for me.

And on the street that I used to call my home there stood the looming giant in my thoughts. The house, not my house, but her house. It stood out most of all. A soft light sketched out its silhouette and the rest of the world went to gray.

My mind was not on the present. Everything was just as it had been, and I realized all the time I had spent trying to further myself from this place had been in vain. My hands were cold and my face was hot and my heart beat like only once before.

She didn't live here. She hadn't lived here for some time. But I could see her so vividly. A range of expressions flashed on her face as I re lived our entire lives together.

I think it started to rain then. I could feel moister starting to collect on my feet. It became hard to breath.

The house was erased from my mind as I saw the cool white tile of my shower stall. As my vision dimmed I took to large breaths, and held them as my last hopes. In those breaths the child in me cried for some kind of normalcy. But it wasn't alright, not like before.

I could almost feel myself fall. I was outside of my body trying to grab onto my limp corpse. That was all there was. I couldn't go back. I couldn't hold on.



This is a story about a man who lost his shoe, and he didn't find it in the last place he looked.