August 17, 2015

Before Midnight

"Well, what I miss the most about him is the way he used to lie down next to me at night. Sometimes his arm would stretch along my chest and I couldn’t move. I even held my breath. But I felt safe. Complete. 
And I miss the way he was whistling, walking down the street, and every time I do something I think of what he would say: “Well it’s cold today, wear a scarf”. 
But lately I’ve been forgetting little things, he’s sort of fading.
I’m starting to forget him,
and it’s like losing him again. 
So sometimes I make myself remember every detail of his face.
The exact color of his eyes, his lips, his teeth, the texture of his skin, his hair.
And sometimes -not always- but sometimes, I can actually see him - It’s as if a cloud moves away and there he is, like I could almost touch him.
But then the real world rushes in and he vanishes again. 
Well, I did this every morning when the sun was not too bright outside - the sun somehow makes him vanish- as he appears and he disappears like a sunrise or a sunset,
or anything so ephemeral, just like our life.
We appear and we disappear and we are so important to some, 
but we are just passing through."