The radio kept them in touch.
It wasn't much, but it was all they
had.
It spoke the words in his mind.
Precise but in riddles that he flowed and followed.
No matter the years and distance
separating them it was a lifeline.
A trail that left coordinates for those
that bothered to pay attention.
Basking in the fields of a dozen types
of radiation kept his mind hopping.
To say the were in love was to miss the
point. He could take it or leave it, and he expected much the same
of her.
They could stand on their own – and
that was more precious than a sad joining that is more distant when
together than they were separate.
For they only needed to be together at
the worst of times. When worlds collided and time stood still. When
death and life were a hair away from meeting.
For he would rather keep the light and
line taut, than collapse into a messy heap too soon.
She had to get her house in order. He
felt that his was immovable anyway.
They would respect his choices, if they
even bothered to find out what they were.
He would be the fixed point and wait
for her to come to him. Even if that meant waiting for the end of
everything.
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