Preservation

that’s right. haven’t seen the guy in years but this is all his handy work along with others. a writer for a paper that i read when i worked down town. i would walk from one job site to another. they had crazy parking regulations and i had to park my car 8 blocks from where i was working at the time. restoring 100+ year old houses. one home i was lucky to work on had this amazing feel to it. the wall papers that were extracted from under layers of paint were so unique and personal. it was such tedious work to help restore all those ceiling mantles. the columns out side the house were on the lower porch level ionic and the upper level were corinthians. the red paint in the tobacco leaf’s of the columns were so thick i had to use a process with a heated gun and dental tools to remove 100+ years of over painting to restore it to a natural eggsh-ll white. reconstructed together i was so amazed at how a simple restoration job became part of my own history as well. walking daily from this job to my car to drive 58 miles home to the town i lived and go threw life’s routine every day. i could always here the echo of the guides talking and their story’s and accounts of the property’s. their was this one voice that would always catch my attention when i was walking. he gave a great presentation. i waved to this tour guide daily he waved back with a smile. always from a distance a voice with out a face. i was covered in lime, mortar, paint, and solvents from the jobs.
usually smelling like a pitina solution i was using with a blow torch to give bathroom fixtures that historic look. recently i found out that some one i lost touch with over the years was the man giving those tours down town. the man that would wave to me almost every day for a year. i wounder if he realised he was waving to me too.

ironmongers i’m in love with william every thing he is, does and lives. to tell the history of a love correctly tell them i let it go to see if fate would one day step in. you are amazing. i loved then, i love you now more than i could say in simple words. if you did this all to bring my name out for one thing. tell it true. love is not in the game. love in not simply the play of the field. it is preservation, patients, collective ideas, connections, emotions without sight but seeing clearly that, love finds you entranced at one glance and that is all it took for me sir william. you deserve the world i cannot show you but always wanted to see with you. alas i am not who you love and never was.