Sunday, March 30, 2008
You said you were only going to take a walk in the park... and you started to run.
You said you were going to your mom's for a while... you stayed overnight there.
You said you just needed to settle some administrative matters with the library... you ended up reading an entire novel.
You said you had to go use the toilet... you chatted with your friend for an entire hour after.
You said you wanted to browse for an album at the catalogue... you drowned in sleep as you listened to a track at the station.
You said you had to finish up your homework before calling... you totally forgot about the call.
You said you needed time to clear the spaces of your mind... you never returned.
Why is it, I wonder, that the wind that grabs your sail seems to be so relentless and that no matter how hard i try to call you back, that vicious wind just seems to continue tearing us apart.
But even though we are apart now, even though you might have entirely forgotten how I look like, the feeling of my hand brisking your hair, the scent of my favourite spray, the tone of my voice as it whispers to your ear, I sincerely hope you have not forgotten the time that we spent together, even if it meant just a faint picture of you with an enigmatic character. Because... well just because you are the best I ever had.
You said you were going to your mom's for a while... you stayed overnight there.
You said you just needed to settle some administrative matters with the library... you ended up reading an entire novel.
You said you had to go use the toilet... you chatted with your friend for an entire hour after.
You said you wanted to browse for an album at the catalogue... you drowned in sleep as you listened to a track at the station.
You said you had to finish up your homework before calling... you totally forgot about the call.
You said you needed time to clear the spaces of your mind... you never returned.
Why is it, I wonder, that the wind that grabs your sail seems to be so relentless and that no matter how hard i try to call you back, that vicious wind just seems to continue tearing us apart.
But even though we are apart now, even though you might have entirely forgotten how I look like, the feeling of my hand brisking your hair, the scent of my favourite spray, the tone of my voice as it whispers to your ear, I sincerely hope you have not forgotten the time that we spent together, even if it meant just a faint picture of you with an enigmatic character. Because... well just because you are the best I ever had.
what we could have been, 1:42 PM.
