(another old one from 2009 archives)
I still manage to recover and smile at the
beauty of it all. At the insanity of calling her - and at the sanity of losing her.
Me: Hi
She: Yeah Hi. Why did
you call me?
Me: Well, for no
apparent reason. I only wanted to...
She: So tell me what you
wanna say !!
Me: Nothing. Nothing
specific ...
She: Sure?
Me: Sure.
... and then there was a rustle - the sound of her feet falling over
dry leaves as she faded away from my life forever!
There are still those evenings, when I can see both the setting
sun and the rising moon. Similar birds flying home away from the setting
sun. ... and the same rustling sound - now of wind sweeping away the dry leaves.
To me they carry the same message of a biting voidness that tends to
choke my sanity. A question on that single meeting of chance which I had created. Would things be different if I were more persistent??
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