Than it hits me again and I feel the pain piercing through the image...I was not the only one here before. That CD had been yours, playing every morning while we laughed at that counter drinking our tea. So you put it on that morning and had left early the cups still on the counter. I got up and sat pondering the day with your music echoing in the apartment till I got a call. Now I am alone and all that is left is to occupy my mind which is slowly crumbling and becoming like sand running through my fingers. Pain...what a strange proof for life. My cup is half empty and I left it behind.
I could now explain what news I recieved that morning, but what good would it do? I can not turn time back and I can not change what is. I can simply let myself drown in what is and try to bring that image of better days into my mind. A smile, a laugh and a careless comment meant to tease. We may find ourselves as images in a book that has stopped time. So I sit and watch that cup with its cold tea and think what would the title of the story be for when we meet again I want to give you a copy to remember me by. Just you and me in this apartment for these last few years that was my life and yours. I will cherish every fight, every dream and every laugh even if it is all falling into silence for now. One by one it will come back to shine, just now all I can do is watch the light play with the dust and tea and wish for that time to come soon.
I miss you.
See you soon.