Both of us being in the same place and time, two days in a row.
I wasn’t expecting you to stop again.
Considering the doubtful question yesterday.
The only sentence that was spoken between the two of us for the last 5 years.
Yet you did.
I wouldn’t be able to explain what I saw in your eyes that
morning.
Hate. Anger. Regret. And very faintly that I could almost
say I imagined it, love.So when you turned around and traversed the road that was familiar yet haunting to me, I held my breath.
Silence hung between us.
I could count the number of your breaths.The beating of my heart.
I wanted to look at you but I am so afraid the moment might lose its grip.
That you might snap back to reality.
I was both hoping and dreading that you would.
Silently, you drove us to that place beneath the trees.
The one place in this world I could not bear to be.Without question, you took my hand and led me within the shadows.
And for the length of an eternity, you held me.
Held me as if yesterday was a memory that was never there.
Held me as if tomorrow is a future that is not possible to happen.
I just closed my eyes and let you.
Then I let the tears flow. Uncontrollably. The ones I held
for years.
I assume I fell asleep. Because when I opened my eyes, the
sun is high in the sky, and the leaves shone brightly as they dance.
I looked at you when I felt you stir beside me.For a fraction of a second I travelled back in time. When I could look into your eyes and feel that the world righted itself overnight.
Your lips touched mine briefly, light as a feather.
You held me again. But this, with urgency. As if time is
running out. In metaphor, I believe it is.Without explanation, we drove back.
To the place where nobody knew.
To the place where our past was nothing but a murmur among the entire buzz.
Back to how we were.
Strangers.
