it was a rainy day. no, actually it was a stormy day. not as ravaging as the hurricane in my heart though. however, i don't understand why though the winds howled and the thunders crashed inside my chest, not a drop fell from my eyes.
lunch break rush it was surprising and nostalgic to find that all the tables were filled up except the one where we sat together exactly a year and a month ago.
nothing has changed. the restaurant's still crowded and noisy, same old wobbly chairs, same view of the the high-rise buildings and kids playing around in the flower shop. the only difference is that you are not there sitting in front of me. i am alone. in place of your smiles and stories there is just absence, silence. and that's how it will be for 5 years as you board the plane in 3 days.
i sat there staring at my reflection in my cheap cup of coffee that has gone cold. i'm pondering how should i knock on your door one last time? how could i make my lips turn upward despite all these feelings that's bearing me down? i'm asking where is the good in goodbye? what now when you're gone, and all that's left are these sweet memories that now sting because these fragmented thoughts are all i'll ever have of you? i'm questioning why? why do you even have to leave? why of all the people in my life it had to be you?
it was a rainy day. no, actually it was a stormy day and the sky is weeping, wailing in my place. i find it ironic though how the sky is where you will be in the next 3 days.
did i even use the word ironic right? i don't know anymore.