The Impossible Man

He walked each day without real burden. The air was light between each step he had taken. Time passed and he remained the same as always, but a bit more rugged than the year before. His past would come at times to change him and he would brush it off with no remorse. The soft words of past loves were denied simply by being told to vanish in the kind cruelty of his silence. Comfort was found locked in small moments of the same past and relived behind his eyes. In dreams, he moved on with fragmented possibilities lost in the waking life. It took him a while to realize his true love was the dear moments he held inside. They would guide him, warm his heart and give him what he desired outside the physical needs. In those lost moments, arias, unknown symphonies would play only for him. Images danced into figments of fantasy and mere illusions to be seen. The moments care for him as well yet the yearning to be real was strong and not enough to happen. Time went on and they grew together more and more. People look at him now aged more and care free, but alone. He wasn't. Faster and faster he began to fade from this world as the moments began to be clearer. On the last day of him being in this world, he walked as usual. A few hours into his walk he stopped altogether. The moments from in front of him and became a woman. So beautiful that tears streamed down his sides. He buckled onto his knees and rested on her bosom. She whispered sweet notes as he finally faded along with her. Now they are finally able to be with each other, touching and existing. It took a long time for him to know that he didn't exist in the first place, he was an forgotten idea in love with another.