A Remembered Wait

He wanted to be discreet, so she agreed. That was the time when she could see only at a glance what his picture would be. Just for a couple of seconds. Like the waves that submerge into the sea, leaving only the ripples that echo each fainting wave as the shores invite them here. Now, it seemed the time to invite this wave onto her shores. Not even butterflies could flutter wings. Having spent well over a month or two texting each other and getting to know one another, it seemed right that one of us made that leap. He did just that, and the meeting would take place at the airport. Not even a minute, before purchasing just the plane tickets would he then ask finally if she still wanted to date.

He booked them.

Well, it has already been a few weeks; conversations fluttered here and there. Sometimes days would fall silent, and then a whole week filled with chatter. It seemed off at first, but he kept his word and the trip continued. She was there already, at the airport, waiting. The sound of crowds, of planes, and the rolling of luggage hurrying through the floor. It seemed nothing. Almost like passing sounds. Her eyes were fixed on the board, and as soon she saw that familiar plane announced its landing, so too did her heart also give land to blood coursing through her this very hour.

Children would run through the halls in excitement, not paying attention to the many more planes landing outside. Whilst parents would have endless bickering as to where to find a taxi. Not one would stop. It seemed like an endless school of fish swimming by her. Motionless was she, in all thoughts erased, no conscience even speak what feelings she might have now. Did it matter then, if it were all but a sham. Some sort of fake delight, adorned with words of comfort. Even whilst scrolling up at previous conversations from former days. It seemed like it all happened on a different world. So much so, that as soon she saw his online status updated this very moment, it all seemed in sync.

By this time she sat down by the window, just in front of her an entire fleet was adorning the view. Minutes would pass like seconds; almost as though she were swept. It took a slow case rolling through the aisle, and a slow pace of steps to reveal one anew.

“I’m here.” She paused. “You’re… Matthew?”

She was sat beside him for a good quatre-hour. They seemed like silent nightingales, fidgeting about but not knowing how to chirp. It seemed like an hour. “I didn’t realise you were this discreet.” He would pick at the tips of his fingers, one could hear the sounds easily in a now subtly silent salon. “No one is supposed to know that I’m here.” A pause crafted between them seemed like nothing can break now. “It’s because I thought you would be different. I don’t know how to explain.” It was probably just jet lag, she added. Now she didn’t know what else can be done now. Noticing his gaze, whilst she looked onward, noticing the reflection of the board, her heart raced for more.

“Do you still want to date?”

Sphere of Happiness

Indeed, Madame; but first I shall inform you what I mean by love. To think of it is to think of our lives as but a space of darkness; no star to guide us, nor planet to gaze at from above; nor the suns we equal to our hearts as one; for it is none but a thick darkness that covers all through eternity and our lives. The only light we endure is within a sphere which we enjoy as that it is the source of happiness ours. Thine, ’tis a beautiful sphere that I kiss for a pearl in the darkness that reflects an aura of beating heart that illuminates mine to an endless desire to tell thee how much I love you. Read More

Death and the Maiden

The great God has appointed Death to task, upon His Exercise a mask equipped for spoils that only fear himself. Slowly approaches the depths of the world, Nature cowers, Her chest tightens. All light perished, soon His command given. Treads lightly as all roses with every stem soon buckle and the strength sapped to serve Death’s alack. Brings resole further as he travels round the world where that lady in waiting lay in wait with the last few moments in the longest breaths she can inject into herself. Looks round her, as buried her youngest on her bosom; a cry that descends into weeping, frantic for a man to hear as her husband adjourned all feelings bottled and only blames his God for all. But too does Death know all this and cried for so long in eternity that God had ripped his glands from his eyes lest his tears extinguish those fires of hell and seal the injury that God hath made. Read More

First love

Soon I will walk in sea that will take me to land and back again. So long was the hour that awaited a final tick that concluded with a final tock whence the clock that stops the flow; it shall truly stop the curdle of my blood once its evening grew. Then I shook my hat where the snow had fell, delivered myself at Nature’s door and hear a knock once the trees had parted. Read More