Monday, October 7, 2013

A letter to Roland.


RR :)

The last time that I was sitting in front of the computer- now, it's just me.
I walked the same road home - it only felt a bit farther and wider this time.
And the walk, well, it was twice as fast as before, and twice as boring.
I bought our favorite Minute Burger with egg and cheese bread (at Panaderia).
It was the same bread.
I arrived at the door step.
It was just the sound of the wind that welcomed me.

No kiss. No hug.
Not the way I am used to.

I entered the room with the burger and bread in my hand.
I looked at the bed, it was empty.
The things inside the house are ten folds more gloomy and shaded in grey and black.
I filled the glass with water, gulped it as soon it gone on the mouth of the container.
No more seconds since I know that I'll be the only one to drink it.
No more filling up another glass and hand it to you.
Just another refill since i'm getting ready to eat my burger.

I sat on the bed.
No sound, just the air echoing around the walls and the friction of each blade of leaf.

Each munch of the burger tastes a bit bitter than the last time I remembered it eating with someone.
It was a burger, a smile, a kiss, a little joke and a sound of laughter.
Not an empty room and a tuneless echo of air.

I just slept with the burger half eaten and the glass of water untouched.
The bed felt twice bigger as soon as my skin touched the bed.
It was sleep alone that made me feel normal.
Because sleep suspends time.
Sleep makes your ears, eyes and skin numb.

And from that moment, I knew that it was sleep.
It was just sleep that I needed so for just one moment, I can feel nothing.
A temporary numbness away from loneliness that I was left with.

I miss you.
And I hope that someday, we could do things together again.