Will there ever come a time we’ll part and drift, like woods and logs surging in the waves of the ocean, free flowing to destiny? Fear encompassing every ounce of our soul that someday this reality is merely a dream of the distant past, a reverie that left us.
A decade-old unsent love letter with a withered rose beside it, drops of ink smudged and dried on the margins. A photograph worth a thousand unspoken words lying on the bedside table.
Will I ever walk alone the path where footsteps of strangers resonate against the bowl of cloudy blue sky above us? Footsteps untraced from the past and into the faint future once clear yet now laced with fog and mist from sighs of doubt each stranger breathes before each step into the journey.
A ruffled curtain swaying with the afternoon wind, draining the excess sunshine. A sweet scent of vanilla from the spilled perfume bottle on the floor.
Will you remember me once I fly away from you? Will you chase me once I run? Will you wrap me in your embrace and remember me forever?
A sleeping angel and before you wake up, while the sunlight caresses your face like I once had, before you wake up, I whisper into your ears, “Only you, my darling, only you.” And I kissed your cheek.
A gunshot resonated.