It was a wakeful afternoon, moisture was dancing past the gasps of the ends of hairs shrugged out of extreme emotional and mental torsion. She was in my arms, awake and without life, my eyes were closing out on her, she was breathing I think, I could feel it, her eyes going blind, like mine, but in heart we had been unified for life. She looks so beautiful, those hairs that curl out of the ends of her ears, into the supple cheeks, the subtle nose struggling for air, as if something was forcing life out of her, her lips which folded like a bow, one we had seen in our ancient books. The lines in the lower lips were so distinct, dark and lifeless. She looks at me, not with pain nor pleasure.
I could now see her no more, my eyes were dark, life was turning around in waves and passing through, all the pictures, colourful and in all of them you, oh darling living in love is beautiful but the union of death is unfathomable, I can see it, and I know you will too.
The first picture of yours comes in when I saw you first, the front bench of the school, nothing too striking about your features, compared to the other well furnished and sophisticated ladies, you were raw, made for love, my love, only my love.
The day when I said “I will die for you and you giggled, ah so where will I get a company so beautiful, I will miss you”. The countless days we spent sitting beside the shades of the mango groove, we were young, we talked, and talked on topics and life, on mirrors and shadows, on the dark and the light, on gods and the nazis, on narcissists and introverts, on beauty and you.
We came through so long darling, look, from the days of laughter, to days of summer, to job, to marriage and to sun. Love they used to ask me, I never knew the answer and nor did you. I do not still know if we were true.
Lately I have seen you shying away from my shade, we are no longer we, we sleep like a couple and wake up to be complete strangers, my love never faded, what has happened to you ? I saw you the other day laughing on the phone, and then on the coffee shop at the Falcon’s road. I do not know the man I never wanted to know him. The other day when I entered your soul, it asked me to leave, I have never felt so, where should I explain ? I asked you, you fumbled, I may be a fool for the world but when it comes to love sweetheart I know you more than me.
Do you still remember the softness of your arms that once comforted me, made me feel as if I could exchange anything just to be there, with you, in the moment, forever. I gave you more than I had in love, I destroyed every other thing that came in between us, but now I realise I must destroy us to liberate the love. No book shall write our story love, we shall be lost in time.
Look, I am so tired, I wish to look at you but my eyes would not open for the mist, and the fog around is too heavy. We worked so hard to make this all possible.
Today is our anniversary, I brought a ring for you and wrapped it with our end. I am very tired darling, have a good sleep, will meet you again when we wake up.
Good Night !