Ah, what to say. what to say... what to.. say.
The heart feels prickled at that moment.
In that sudden realization.
How is it that moments ago, you were here in my arms. The last warm yet desperate embrace.
And now, I can still feel your hands in mine.
Just almost. I can.
Smell the soft scent of you.
Shiver slightly at the touch of your hair on my cheek as you lean your head on my shoulder.
Remember faintly your heat in the cold rain.
That smile
Your laugh
Our house.
Men aren't supposed to cry. I'm not supposed to cry. I shouldn't cry.
But sometimes the emptiness is too much.
As if a black wave crashes over me, but silently. Stealthily, so I won't know till it's too late.
But by then, you'll probably be gone.
I said to you that we'd meet each other again, so this last meeting of ours must be a happy one. I wanted us to remember our smiles. So thank you. For the months of our happiness. And I will always pray for more happiness for you.
I wonder, if we can still be together in our thoughts. If you think of me, and I think of you, will it not count as such?
Human emotion. So beautiful and entrancing, I can't help but be swallowed up in it. Yet, at the end there are only tears I wish were gone.
