Sometimes when things come to an end, oddly, it can be tremendously comforting. Though the future seems uncertain, we know we are out of our misery. I haven’t heard from you since two years and I don’t know if I should hold on to us or just let go. It’s a nagging thought… you know, how you start worrying, wondering if you have locked your home after you set out on a long journey? It’s a lot like that. Frustrating and always at the back of your head.
As I sit under the Bougainvillea, its leaves rustling, there is a quietness around me. The lazy dog sits alone, older by two years. His friend, the cat, ran away. They say cats do that… I don’t know. All I do know is that, the one left behind is always, always, the one who suffers. The chicken family added two chicks to its brood, they are thriving well.
I still dream of you sometimes, in places that I don’t remember, among people whose faces I can’t recollect… and you’re always the same, smiling, with eyes full of life.
I cannot put in words
how much I’ve missed you, how much I miss you, how difficult every stinging second felt, but you never came back.
Every good thing has to reach an ending.
And we… we have reached ours.