I’ll remember you in August
I intended to close this show with applause, dancing and cheering. There was a grand act I planned for curtain closing, but I’m guessing It’s all gone with the wind. It’s sad. There is never a right time to say I love you, but I hoped to tell you under the night skies with your hands wrapped around me. I’d look into your eyes, and tell you everything I’ve been scared to say for the past couple of years. You’ll nod. Knowing it means the world, you’ll say everything you’ve hidden behind those eyes. We would finally ascertain that we are divine.
Truth be told; I saw this coming. I held on to a glimmer of hope that I could delay the inevitable until I could hold you in my arms. The day would be ours, and we would have our favourite meal for breakfast. I envisioned pancakes and whipped cream with milkshakes. I’ll draw a smiley face with love for eyes on yours; it would look like the pictures I sent to you any time I made one when I missed you. I’d then take you bowling, and watch how your voice ricochets through my heart hoping it’s not the last time I’d watch you laugh. I’ll spend dinner gazing at your ravishing beauty.
Before I leave, I’d put one part of my AirPods in your ears and the other in mine. You’ll wrap your arms around my neck, I’ll lay mine on your waist and we would dance to Adele’s, All I Ask. With tears flowing down my face, I’d let you know it had always been you. I know this confession could be the end of us. We’ve been dancing around this for years; this confession could break us, but I’m tired of living a lie. See, I have adored you from our first light, and even as our sun sets, I’m still mesmerised by your very being.
So when you called, like a priest amid exorcism saying you renounce me, I looked to the father and asked if we weren’t of kindred spirit. I could feel you fading away, but I did not know you thought of me as a hindrance to God’s will. On the last day, when we meet at his feet; I’ll ask him why he brought me into your life if he’d tell you to cast me out. All these while, hiding behind the shadows, I only wanted you to choose me.
Now that you are gone, I’ll always remember you in August. Something about this month screams almost. Summer is nearly gone, and autumn is almost here. It reminds me of us, almost happening, but never getting there. I’ll miss your voice, it sounds like a 1 am conversation-sweet and delicate. I’ll miss the warmth in your laugh, but I’ve accepted that this chapter is closed. There are no more letters to you. You filled my life with colours; now, all I’m left with are shades of grey.
If this is his will, Baruch hashem Adonai.
Thank you, but no more love stories or pieces until further notice. If you enjoyed it, please clap and leave a comment. See you next time, peace.
