Aidin – 2007
Man in my heart,
Another day ends and I sit here and spill these words. Five minutes now pass and I wait, fingers poised, yet empty.
Where are my lyrics? Why, now, am I at a loss? Could it perhaps be because the music of you left me all too long ago? Certainly it has only been hours but each and every moment without that ’sense’ of you empties my soul.
One small drop at a time.
Hope is fleeting. It hastens out rudely, dashing like a bad guest at a dinner party. I’ve no idea where it is so eager to go. It’s not like it has many friends. Oh, wait. Now I know. It’s departed because someone reminded it that I’ll not get to speak with you. Not now.
Sorrow fills it’s emptied place and grins at me broadly. She’s brought no gift and mocks as she sprawls atop the couch.
“You won’t speak with him for days,” she says, drawing the vowels out. They seem to stretch to the moon and back before making their way to my ears. “Days,” she again pronounces, switching the TV to infomercials, thus further proving her total lack of grace.
I reach for the ice cream on the table and, leaving her, retreat to my bed.
I miss.
I yearn.
I hope.
Alone.
