How do I miss you
When I never forget to remember you?
It hasn't been easy
It never would be, I know.
I find us in the mellowing pages of memory,
As green as we used to be.
I try to shut my eyes
In desperate attempts of escaping what's real
But how do I shut my heart where your voice rings deep?!
I am fine as I promised
I will be fine as you wanted
But there's a fine line between being fine and being me
I guess I am going to miss that.
And yes, I don't miss you like I thought I would
For I can never forget you.
And I know that's how you feel as well
I do.
We sat overlooking the endless foamy sea from the wooden shack that had become our favourite spot. The vastness of the sea left us numb, yet we managed to mumble all the while tasting the salt peppery breath of the sea against our face. "I had never been so much at ease", I heard him close. I nodded, unable to put how I was feeling right at that moment sitting beside him facing the sea to myself. He played with the loose hair strands that the wind blew to my face. I let him. I was never so comfortable around any guy but with him everything was easy, as easy as breathing! He was getting tipsy from the beer cans and I was high on the ambience that the setting sun was promising us of. He looked as peaceful as a kid. These many months of knowing him had made me see the good that the world possessed of. I clutched his hands assuring him of my presence. He smiled his usual smile, the one that brightened up his calm face. A faint chord of a guitar, odd excerpts of foreign tongues,...
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