In a world parallel to our own. Not too far off from us. We are not alone.
Love was there from the dawn of time itself. Tangible, it was potent when distilled, you bottled it and placed it upon a shelf.
Keep it safe they said. A warning to sit the top of everyone's head.
You never know when you’ll need it. For love, like a candle will not stay forever lit.
Honestly, I misplaced it long ago. But I won’t ever tell a soul.
Recently I wonder how it’s doing, is it still bottled and safe? Did someone else find it, hiding it in their cape?
Forgotten. It’s been so long. But now something feels completely wrong.
I never thought the time would come where I would need it. An additive to where my real heart sits.
Is it because I’m lacking or am I just tired? Once my heart burned with a lasting fire.
In and of its own. But now just a gust of wind, and it will be blown.
I need that bottle, identified by a label and writing that simply says ; Love.
I can’t let the flame go out. This is the only rule in life I’m not allowed.
I frantically look all around the house and in all the usual places. If I can’t manage to find it, many people will spell sadness on their faces.
I enter the study and glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a small red bottle labeled; Love. There it is, it’s been here the whole time. Thank the heavens and the lord above!
No, but somethings wrong. It’s been opened and the contents are missing. I’m in awe and pure shock of what I’m witnessing.
It’s gone! There’s nothing left. Not a single drop. My flame flickers and I’m left standing still with utter shock.
What have I done? Am i too late. If my love extinguishes, underneath all that’s left is hate.
I scramble for the phone to dial my friend, I need to find out if he’s got love to send.
Help me, I say. There’s only a couple flickers left alive. Surely my friend, my last resort will help me thrive.
Only a machine answers; I’m not home right now but leave a message after the tone. By the way, if you’re looking for extra love. I’m all out. Beeeeeep.
The flame wavers and soon my fate will be found out. Shhh, I can’t be hasty, nor can I shout.
No need to leave a message.
It looks like I’m all alone. I reflect and wish all my love was shone. So I retire, hanging up the phone. I feel my love waning, both my heart and mind, I feel straining.
I dim the lights in defeat. In this dark room I regret the mistreat; of the love that was once so common and easily kept. Now people will remember me as how I’ve diminished and wept.
As my last flicker of love wanes coming to a close. All that’s left is this. A cautionary prose;
—my last testament and warning to those yet without regret. There is nothing in this life that is simple and set. Love is not easy and a thing to be ignored. Once it passes you by, it may not simply be restored…