Again, I admire this piece as well as your lack of restraint. I think I understand why I feel a great deal of freedom in your pieces. To me, you seem to go through your pieces like a relentless gust; it's as if you need to be there and the machinery of your nature forbids you from being otherwise. Plus, the onslaught of your words seem to crash through whatever tree, rock or being that stands on your way... as if such laws of the language only apply to those who do not seek but impart.
In this literary display, you exemplified such traits.
I guess this affects me as much because, usually, I want my works to be circular. Not that I'm saying it's better; it's just a different thing from your thing which is either spiral or straight judging from all four pieces I could remember reading from you.
Anyway, this, to me, is one artful could've-been. Usually, it doesn't matter how many times you say you've gotten over a past component of your life, the mere fact that it was once there and now it's not cannot be deny. But then again, the fact that these things happen cannot be avoided either. We are merely promising pieces of wood that are carved by the Universe. So in comes the acceptance...
and the poem that gives form to the "lilac;" a physical feat that allows you to grasp it and put it away.
Again, I could be wrong or perceived as pretentious SOB, etc... but really, I don't care and I don't think it matters that much. This work affected me and this is just my way of saying thank you.
It makes me think of a boy, who has to leave home and travel someplace far away with his father. Before he goes, however, he gives his first love a lilac and a kiss. Then, sadly, they drive away, leaving the girl all alone with the lilac.
Somewhat bittersweet. Happy (lilac, love) and sad (boy leaving).
What a nice picture you have created for me. Thank you, saartha.