July 13, 2013 Already the summer scent of this road helps erase the torments of my past. The blinding sunlight when I shade my eyes. My fingertips seem to be bathed in red. The circle I secretly drew on a number in the calendar is suddenly tomorrow. I set out my favorite clothes thinking of what your expression may be. Pure as the sea, your child-like. Your eyes and your smile keep on showing up. In my eyes the beam of light I give a sigh then laugh. At the end of a difficult day.. Who will take care of you? Who will love you? I am out of breath up to my chin. The wind blows above my head. I run with all my strength this may be the last gift I give to you. My tears flow.. No, they are just the flowing sweat drops from my face. I will act nonchalant like before and give a smiling goodbye. Far across the street I see you looking at your feet, are you tired? You can’t be sad when I am not here. Like a dummy. Don’t cry. You will be okay, live well. Goodbye.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 07:10:59 +0000
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