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?
