Gray
day has risen upon us in this unusual winter. Is like the sun has escaped
from this side of the world. I walked by the streets missing it, longing for
it, dreaming of it, wishing for it, exhaling for it, that spark I could only
feel with you. Knowing that it wasn´t like I thought: having you. Knowing that
it´s me, I need to search for that special twist in other things because having
you is out of the question. It´s Gray, alright: all of it, the buildings, the
clouds, the air, and the people around me, him, me, you, all of the rest.
Gray
day has risen upon my heart. Is like it won’t beat at it´s usual rate when we
shared the soft sheets. I wake up every day feeling it, whispering it, playing
with it, that emptiness that won´t go away since we departure. Emptiness that has
been digging deeper since that last afternoon where I sat on that bench and
pretended I didn´t care while my heart was swimming in a great hollow. I left
first and turned my face your way with a smile, you reciprocate as usual and you
went in your car. How was I to know that was the last day we would´ve been
together? How was I to know that ¨ not caring¨ was the biggest lie I told myself?
Gray
day has risen upon my judgment. Is like waiting for you is the only way I can
settle, that I can be whole. I thought pretty high of myself, thinking I´m not
that woman, I know I am not but I also
know that even one minimal glimpse of
pure,enigmatic,soul consuming and body exploding LOVE is more than a lifetime
of normal or average .This means that if I have to wait for it then, waiting it
is.
Gray
days like this makes me appreciate those sunny days back home, back in your chest submerged in your unique cuddle,
back where I belong and no place else.
Salomee!
