I’m drawn to you. Early morning, a bit chilly wind and fresh air. You, alone, on your own. There, in the corner, looking down, smoking. I see you there and I’m just drawn to that direction. Wherever you are. I walk around. I try to avoid your presence. But how can I? You are there. You. Just you. Here is a glance. Here are our hellos. There we are. Just a few sentences away.
Until these words are already spoken and gone with the win. Did I share anything personal? Did I tell you a secret? Let me tell you this one: I was so nervous I lost all my words. They’ve let me down. My dear, kindest vocabulary for love. Yes, you heard me right.
I’m going inside. Not because the words have let me down. But because I’m scared and confused and yes, nervous. Here you go, have a good day. Will there be a day when you tell me to stay? Come with me. Let me take you in my arms. Let us find ourselves a deck. Let’s sail into the ocean. Let there be more. Here we are. Will those words ever come out of this clumsy chit-chat?
Let it be. On this remote island of ours. In this colorful dream. Let the melancholy train leave the station for the last time and never return.
