Latent Space

One day when we’ll be old, we’ll walk ourselves to an empty bench in the park right outside our home to soak in the drifting afternoon sun as the clouds wander up above in the sky.

I will place my head on your shoulders and you will gently clasp my hands. I’ll pretend to look at you while I look at all those years in between us. In absolute sequence, I’ll make myself walk down all the ages spent together, sitting there with you.

I will point out to you some bits and pieces of our lives. You will laugh at some, smile at some and tease me ‘bout the others. I’ll smile along.

And as we soak in the warmth of our togetherness, we will have too many memories to recollect and too many things to put a tick against. We will call ourselves rash for some, brave for some, foolish for some and crazy for the others.

I believe the crazy parts will surely outdo the others. I don’t think we’ll be wise. We have set out to be unwise, haven’t we love?

Like photographs arranged together to recreate the past times, I’ll lay down before you all our factions. Each one of them which we shared together. You’ll do the same. And thus there in that moment, we will have recreated our lives. Piece by piece, layer upon layer, memory after memory…

I wonder if we’ll still need to tell each other how much he or she is loved. I have been told that with love and with companionship, words cease to serve themselves as useful. The customary by and large takes over. But I think, I’ll still hold your arm and while we help ourselves walk back home and whilst you make sure I’m fine, I’ll silently whisper into your ears the words which will have become by then the meaning of life - the soul of our eternity.
I love you.