The night
comes and the bed time arrives. Tonight I’ll go to bed early, tonight I won’t
stay in long talks till three in the morning. Tonight my room will be dark; no
light will shine once in a while with a word from you. Tonight I’ll just sleep.
I miss you. I miss those long conversations in which we talk about everything
and in which we found ourselves to be alike. I miss those moments when you said
that you would be here stroking my cheek bone with your hands. I miss your
word, I miss the presence that you made me feel when we talked… late… at night.
But I got
to move on. I got to realize that those late night sessions of movies, that we
so innocent pictured will never take place. That those images, of you and me lying
on the bed won’t happen. Those touches, those kisses, those moments that we so thoroughly
created for our amusement, and in which we found ourselves to complete each
other. We were so perfect for each other. We suit each other… but you let it
go. You were afraid and you still are. The old routines suit you more than I
did and you found comfort on them. But one day you’ll be searching for those
moments again, for those glimpses of love and caring, but you won’t be looking
for them in me. And that waves me down to levels of sadness that I never
felted. It tears me apart to know what we could be and now we won’t be. Fear is
a terrible thing. It slips into our mind and make us weak and vulnerable to the
comforts of our sorrows.
If what you
told me was true then why aren’t we together? We had everything to be and now
we are not. We the feeling was there, the intentions were there, at least you
made me see that they were there… were they?
Tonight I’ll
sleep, trying to get away from the dreams I once have. Tonight I’ll just try
not to remember the moments of happiness I felt for having you there. Tonight I’ll
try to focus on something else. Tonight I’ll just sleep… tonight I’ll just…
breathe.
Broken Feather
