"i'm in class,
can you text?"
was me, texting her.
"i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response,
texting back.
i looked out of the window,
she stood there,
by a taxi in the parking bay.
i sat where i sat,
and rewinded back
to the last time i saw her -
i left her standing there,
pleading heavy
till the wind took her eyes.
i've been a fool
for the most
of this life.
i feel the water rise
in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain.
there's something
about old pain that feels fresh
everytime i reminisce.
i blink once, and blink again.
and by the time i blink a third,
my mind is made up.
i broke this girl's heart once,
and i'm not
repeating the act.
many men never get
a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour -
whatever i do from this day forth
must define nobility and honour,
i swear it on the 'w' in my name.
"i'm on my way to you," i text.
and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements.
so i get up,
pick my things,
and leave."
i need to become a better lover.
