All these years, I have sat at this distance and watched you. I have watched you work, I have watched you love, I have watched the world watching you. Praising you. Tearing you down. I have listened to your words and read your apology.
And it was said to be red.
And, from where you stand, you have watched me rise, you have watched me fall, you have brought me to my feet and down upon my knees. In ecstasy and in anguish. You have loved me longer than anyone and you have never missed a chance to prove it.
And it was said to be red.
We've made mistakes in front of each other and we've made mistakes in front of the world. We have named names, we have angered the dead and we have trampled flags, we have written our way into their hearts and written our way into their hate. We have fallen apart and we have come together and I have loved you for the world to see.
And it was said to be red.
We have made each other happy, we have maddened each other, we have pulled the covers over our heads and held on to each other for dear life. We have been safe, we have been reckless, letting go and holding on all at the same time. We have been touched. We have been tasted.
And it was said to be red.
So that now, here I sit, at this distance, watching you, listening. Recounting the days, the months, the years, the very moments that brought us here to this place. Surrounded by friends, wrapped in comfort, as the morning meets us, as the sun creeps above the palms and into this space.
And it was said to be red.
I bare my heart before you and you rest your head upon my chest, listening as it pumps love. I wrap my legs between yours and our toes dance beneath the linen, our hands grasping each other, our fingers interlocked, afraid to let go. My hair, pulled high above my neck, exposing the number 56 inscribed there. Gently, you kiss it.
And it was said to be red.
And it was said to be read...





