He says this is a true story and that he remembers everything.
Her True Story:
She was bleeding in his arms. She was bleeding and they were red. She cried and he sat there helpless; paralyzed.
“You are beautiful and I may not love you but you are here and will always be.”
“You’re going now?”
She couldn’t reply, her blood a sea drowning all realities and words and feelings. But she uttered at the end: “Yes, and I will be waiting for you.”
She departed. His tears permeated her blood and the ocean of something they didn’t know overflowed and it was not a tragedy.
He embraced her body and her red wings. She was not there.
He says this is a true story and that he remembers everything. He still lives by the red ocean and wonders if red skies ever dance.