My Evey

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Promise and say you'll not forget me after this great fall

Even though you might still think for a 130 years

I unjustly put you
My beloved family through it all

What you didn't really know

I always prayed I wouldn't have to put you all into that new Eden

Of seemingly endless night falls but I had no choice

So just say you'll still love me and although I know

Way deep down inside

We'll never be the same as like before we first left the great garden

And went on a crazy ride

Just don’t forget how I cried when you called out

When we spoke on the last night in spirit before I died

My heart may still no longer beat your name and my soul may try to carry on

But maybe this time around

I can only hope memories of my old love

Will still carry me to you

To try to help you pull through

So take whatever you might need

To reach new places wherever you may have to go

For our old life might have suddenly come to an end but we still even now

Both need to grow

And all we can sometimes do

Is treasure those much-loved memories

We both in quiet moments
Still try to cling onto

Whenever they appear calling to us

Right of the blue

Just remember me your old lover and friend once known as Adam

Just reborn in here

The Great In-Between and now just known as Brother Bartholomew

Who once loved you when we first met under that big old apple tree

Before the circus of living began so many thousands of years ago

When we were both young and free

Filled with wild dreams of the future like anyone else

If they were born grown-up

Like from day one looking like they were both twenty-two

It's why I'm appearing here in this scrying mirror

Whispering this story to reach you

For it's been spoken before I ascend

This is my last chance to talk

To my true love who was my second and third committed friend

So wade in the greywater with my children

For I'll be waiting in here until rebirth at the very end

So wade in the greywater with my children

I know you are watching my Evey and reading

Just standing hidden in front of the many billions

By the right hand of the eternal pilgrim

So wade into the water for I'll always be waiting

Copyright John Duffy

A semi-poetic monologue based on if Adam, could speak to his beloved Eve, once more. Salute. ©   love • grief • heartbreak • sadness • memories