Strings

Sadness has a way of bringing people together. As we sat on a park bench, one rainy evening, I was screaming and scornfully bringing out all his faults. He sat there silently listening, holding back his tears, questioning his own worthiness. I knew he was not a bad man, but a little absent minded. We sat there swelling with weighty emotions. I held him tightly bursting out into tears, whimpering about my anxieties about our future together. As I sat there drained I felt something suddenly. Warm hands engulfed me, tears fell on my hairline and I could hear heartbeats thudding. That was my melody, my hymn.