remember the forgotten
Tuesday, October 21st, 2008To: You Who Was Remembered
We were sitting in a bench beside that old building. The sun was hiding in the clouds, the sky’s raiment is gray. I was holding your hand. I can still remember how soft your hands were, despite the chores you’ve been doing everyday. I was holding your hand, but I’m not sure if you understand why I do. Perhaps to you it was an assurance of the promise I made years back. For me though, it meant that you’ll be alright when I’m gone.
I was going to leave you. I was saying goodbye.
I was looking at your face. You are beautiful. Your smile was so sweet, your lips were trying to hide something, perhaps the sadness looming in your heart. I was looking in your eyes. Your eyes were tumultuous. Perhaps as a reflection of your heart. Perhaps your heart understood what my hands were trying to tell. Your smile may hide the sorrow, but your eyes can’t hide the truth.
It was a year ago.
I can still remember your words. “Why can’t you see right through me?”. Didn’t I see you, or you just misunderstood me? I was seeing right through you, but you never understood me. I never vocalized what I felt, what’s inside me. I only used actions. My actions confirmed what i felt towards you. My actions were louder than the waves in the seashore on a windy day.
I hope you have moved on.
From: he who was forgotten