Memory

It's a sunny day.

I'm sitting at the window, watching the faceless people walking by. The sun rays playing on my skin feel pleasantly delicate. I am especially aware of the sunbeams tingling on my arm. They feel like the fingertips of a special someone.

Somebody looks up at my window and recognizes me. They wave to me, so I wave back. In less than a minute they are like the rest of the crowd again. Faceless.

I don't know how long I've been sitting here. One hour, maybe more, maybe less. The sun starts to set. It looks like a fireball in the sky, ready to fall down and end the misery. To end my life. I miss him, my special someone.

He went down, like the sun. The only difference is he never came back to greet me in the morning. It gets cold outside so I grab a sweater and sit on the porch.

The moon is rising. The moon in the night sky, with its billions of stars and mysteries. We used to look at the stars together. I keep on thinking that he's up there somewhere, waiting for me.

Now it's eleven o'clock. I walk inside to my bedroom. I keep a picture of him next to my bed. He looks very handsome on it. He always did. One single tear rolls down my cheek. I cut the lights.

I won't be sleeping soon. Not yet.