I look at the tree, the
green and the brown and occasional yellow look quite nice against the blue and
white of the sky
I’m trying to see what’s
beyond the image before me so I turn my head slightly to the right and squint
my eyes; an involuntary movement I formed
from mirroring someone who was in my life briefly yet undeniably
I don’t know if it’s a
smile or frown but my lips move and I feel the lump in my chest, reminding me
nothing is funny about that memory
The weight on my
shoulders; a familiar grey cloak that keeps me warm
I hear movement behind
me and I don’t have to look back to know he is trying to get on my bed
He is here, I turn to
look at him and this time I beam at the sight before me
With a determined look
on his face yet his tiny pink tongue sticking out of the side of his lips,
He struggles to get his
tiny frame on my bed and yet not asking for help
Something we have in
common – Pride; keeping silent even as we die slowly
I moved closer to the
edge of the bed carefully, keeping enough distance because I know if I tried to
help he would throw a tantrum
He makes it, crawls over
purple silk sheets straight to me and holds my hand so I sit and take our usual
position; sitting cross legged and facing each other.
He speaks; echoing the
emptiness in my life; confirming that there is no redemption for my kind
He turns his head
slightly to the left and squints at me; reflecting my habit and I know what he
is saying without words so I smile; I only smile when he is here………….
It is time; I’ve waited
for this for a while now and I anticipate the freedom it will bring
Instinctively, we get up
at the same time and walk to the balcony
It’s still the same
picture of green, brown and yellow against blue and white
We hold on to the bars
as we climb to the other side and then let go;
Falling to the promise
of peace……….
………We’re lying on the
floor, holding hands, smiling
It is warm where we lay;
it’s red too, glistering
And as the pool seems to
increase, I feel light, void
I look to the sky, it’s
unusually bright and I feel weightless too, there is no familiar cloak;
It feels good but
strange so I turn to him once more but he isn’t there
No hand holding mine, no
words, no shared smile and suddenly I understand
That I’m all alone…… as
I actually have always been.
*Thanks Tahir ; )
*the
image was taken from a blog by an artist Alishka
