Hey my lovely readers! I know it's been ages and I'm sorry, but I have a piece offering. It's really short but I feel like it captures something about the show that's been bugging me.
Bones does not me nor does the italicized portions which are from Gevorg Emin's poem The Question Mark.
Exclamation Point
Who would know, who could imagine you used to be an exclamation point? Sparkles used to fill your eyes as your laughter rolled through the room. You were the bright point, the flash of light, you're mere presence was enough to change the direction. You were the people that could pull the whole operation together, and give it just the amount of flair it needs.
Who would know, who could imagine you used to be an exclamation point? Somewhere along the way you lost a step, and then another. At first you were managing to hold it all together but slowly the pieces slipped and fell away. The focal point of the room, of the group, of the cause seemed to slip just beyond you. The sparkle faded and the laughter became hollow and forced. Instead of being the exclamation point, you became part of the background. Another duet fallen out of sync.
Who would know, who could imagine you used to be an exclamation point? It took your twinkle, that thing that happen. It took away the shine you had, the bounce in your step. And we wonder how long it will take you to get it back. Sometimes we wonder if you'll ever get it back, we're terrified that you'll never get it back, not just because of what it means for you but what it means for us.
Who would know, who could imagine we used to be an exclamation point? We were the bright point, we worked together not because any magical powers we posses but because of you. You we're the reason for being, without you we have no purpose. We can hobble along for a while, we can make it work. But what we really need is for you to find that flair again, what we really need is for you to be our exclamation point.
Thoughts?
Baby rose