All is Quiet

Damn the wind for blowing dust into my eyes. I know I have promised not to cry. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, I light a cigarette for you with my lighter which has lost its coat of green. At least, it is still wind-proof.

I light one for myself.

I say that work has been a drag, and end up spilling all the boring details out to you. I wish that we can work together again. You bring out the best in me. I wait to hear about your day with all the fiery emotions of a man so passionate about his work. But you remain silent.

I light another cigarette. And another for you.

I reach for my phone in my rucksack, checking to see the time. Yes, I forgot my watch again.

(Hang Technology Component)

Idiot phone!

That always calls for a retaliation. I smile faintly. It is almost dinner time.

Heaving a sigh, I lean back against your cold, hard stone and stretch out my numb feet. Pins and needles, I say. I lift my gaze towards the vermilion evening sky and wish you can kiss me right here and now.

Do you know that I can still remember your laughter?

Remembering Hope

It almost felt like it had rained for a week now. Though I remember the bright, sunny afternoons, I couldn't remember the heat. Once again, I threw myself down onto the bed which felt oddly stiff and cold, as though it had forgotten me from the night before. Every single time that I turned to look at my packed bags, I felt a certain familiar stirring deep within my soul, like traces of nostalgia from memories I couldn't remember. Two large totes, to be exact. Not much for a lifetime of lovers and strangers.

I stood up to go, flipping open the cover of my mobile phone for one last time. No calls. No messages. Only the time telling me that it was 4:56pm. Outside, the rain wouldn't stop. I shuddered at how grey and empty the house felt as I swung the bags over my shoulder, chucking the phone onto the unmade bed. I had no use for it anymore.

Locking the doors behind me, I pulled the hood of my navy jumper over my head and walked out into the rain. From a distance, I thought I heard the tune of what once was your ringtone - The Pretender's 'I'll Stand by You' - echoing from inside the house.

But I kept on walking.