He Came

"Where..were...you? Why...why did you leave?" he said.
He was panting, breathing in and out.
In and out.
The wind blew, the leaves rustled, the water lapped at the side of the docks where we were standing. The noise of the traffic blared from the city. The crows, the sparrows and the pigeons screeched as they flapped back to their nests at the end of the day. The big, bright orange sun sunk in slow motion into the bay.
I didn't see any of that, I didn't hear any of that. I didn't even feel any of that. All I could see was him. Standing in front of me.
Breathing.
In and out.
In and out.
"You left, you left me. With nothing. I... I had to come...thousands of miles. Why? Why...did..you... leave?"
"You weren't mine to keep"
"Okay...that. You don't get to decide that. You understand me?"
I could barely nod. The giant, gaping hole that had occupied my chest for so long, was being healed, very quickly. So quickly, that it hurt. It felt like a great, big stitch in my side that I had got after running very, very fast, right after having lunch. Or as if I had been underwater for too long, and now I had resurfaced, and my body couldn't synthesise so much of oxygen at the same time.
I just stood there. Watching him breathe.
In and out.
In and out.
He felt so alive. He looked so real. I had spent such a long time, telling myself, training my brain into believing that he wasn't real. That he was merely a figment of my imagination. I wanted to reach out and touch him. His hair, his face, his chest, which heaved as he breathed.
In and out.
In and out.
Then the reality hit me. Like epiphany. In a nanosecond. Moksha, Nirvana, The Ultimate Truth.
"You came." I said.
His face relaxed. His breathing stabilised. The wind from the sea blew his hair. He moved the hair from his eyes, his green eyes, with his long, pale fingers.
"Of course I came."
The sun had set. The birds had gone. The lights in the city had come on. They bounced off the rippling surface of the bay. The waves continued to lap the sides of the docks where we were standing.
He came.

Comments

  1. iwannabefreeFebruary 17, 2010 at 11:26 PM

    Wow! I love it. You know, I love it! Its so real and sooooo you.

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  2. Prianthi RoyFebruary 17, 2010 at 11:35 PM

    Heyy! You're back! I missed you so much... I can't say how much... have you read Rockstar? I want you to tell me how you like it... I think its very 'us'.

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  3. Khangra katiMarch 4, 2010 at 2:31 AM

    all though i don't get what u had in mind exactly .....i really really like this a lot!

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  4. Prianthi RoyMarch 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM

    Honey, you don't need to understand what I have in mind, every time. Most of the time, I don't myself... it just... comes.

    ReplyDelete

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