When we started, you always said: ' later's' babe?'
I survived each day on that phrase and counted the minutes away so I could return to hear you say it again.
Every day was beautiful and serene; like cocooned butterflies,we'd cling to each other - our love, our only solace, freedom and a new lease on life - a newness.
We would walk for hours any where and talk for hours till nothing's left.
Your presence enveloped my space once devoid of emotions - now sated.
Gradually, things changed to: 'I'll be late tonight babe'
I would pout, sigh then would say: 'later's babe'
A myriad of thoughts would land then take flight, taking my gut and heart far away for a ride; every time yearning, jolting myself from inside.
The ' I love you' turned to 'blank stares'
I would call, to hear you, each time you'd fade away.
And so each time I tell myself - tomorrow I'll call again.
So today, was the day I tried my best to remain sane.
The empty room and the howling winds are now my recent guests; they listen better to my silent sobs as it ricochets within the vacant room.
While the wind continues its chase, the emptiness became my solace.
The occasional lates are now becoming too often - casual talks and thoughtfulness becoming random its like mourning a dead partner who is still alive.
