Post Mortum

Have you ever attended an autopsy? Well it’s not for the timid or faint of heart. In essence, a virtual dissection of the inner workings of an organic machine. All of the innards, if you will, splayed out for your examination. Nothing is held back, nothing respected; no real memory of the past, but for some sorted, damaged, organs in no particular order for the surgeon to slice through without regard for the person that once inhabited the body. The answers lie just beneath the surface but who is the surgeon to assume what the real answer is. He must probe further, cutting deeper and deeper until there is no turning back, the wounds are too large but still, the answers lie just beneath the surface. The surgeon leaves a carcass before him, the shell of a once proud human being, but now nothing more than a pile of random flesh on cold stainless steel. I recently attended an autopsy, the autopsy of a relationship. The outcome was very messy the wounds seemingly deep and with both parties left wondering what to do next? The frustration building until a boiling point was hit. If I regret anything in my life, I regret attending that autopsy. The funny part about the relationship is that it will only work if the two hearts work as one in unison. One heart may carry the hope of love while the other heart fades away but in time the blackened memory of a spark of something more, something possible, something sweet begins to fade. Come to think of it, this is the bionic age! We can take that carcass of a relationship and rebuild it. I really like to believe anything is possible. I have been surprised many times in this lifetime and I expect to be surprised in the future.