You found a piece of something not too big to keep, nor too small to be easily lost. A treasure not for the pockets, well, we wished you love under the falling skies that night, hoping to safely say, it could last a lifetime.
Probably this is it, yours for the present and future tense.
Dance to the beat, throw your arms around the carbonated spaces and sing melodies for the centuries to come. Get lost through the pages and faces of time, mind the pain from your heels later, we have dreamt for this moment to come, don’t think twice now to take that leap. You are a migratory bird after all.
I found your smile inside the television box, and you looked so beautiful and grand, how the whole world should be. Do you remember? After the rain, when we stayed up late leaning against the couch, sitting on the floor rug by the warm lights, you drew a picture of this moment. You did believe in fairies after all.
Weekends and too much sugar kept us alive, and we slept to die on weekdays. You took the batteries off the clock, and lobbed them into the trash bin. You held a cigarette between your painted lips and a glass with your hand. You slid a cassette tape to play; the neighbors woke and sang along.
You drove a thousand miles; the freeway lights of yellow, red and green were on your face. You rolled your windows down, and the wind smothered you with love. You did visit us a few times when you were somewhere near, and sent postcards every once in a while. It almost felt like we were there as well.
I tried to move to another place, but I just couldn’t do it. I can’t stay away for too long. I guess someone has to stay behind. Do not worry, everyone is doing just fine.
You wore a white shirt the last time I saw you. You have surrendered, and yet you are free.
The lemonade glass sweats, I wore my sunglasses talking to the hot summer sun. We were having the longest farewell conversation, or were we arguing? I will write him letters and proses in the coming months, folded and turned into a kite, days and the weather will be better when it reaches him I pray.
And for my dear friend the wind, I will strum my way into its chest, to quote from the same book over and over, “everything essential is invisible to the eyes”.
In a couple of hours, at exactly 2:45am, I will draw the curtains and sit by the windows, next to the biggest moon this year. In case you decide to drop by, you might not catch me, for I will take a short trip on a rocket ship and will be right back before breakfast.
Photo by: JJG