Snowman

I remember when we use to sit by the lake, watch the pair of ducks pass by and view the reflection of the sky along with the greenery of the age-old branches brushing against each other, while the cool winter breeze sets in the serene lake as it caused tiny little ripples along with the ducks that swam in them. With having this beautiful natural scenery pleasing our eyes we took a puff of that smoke to our lips and exhaled it into the air which we shared it from that one bud.

The flash(backs) is still fresh like it was yesterday as we use to drive around the big smoke even though we knew not the path. Hop into random eat ways and chug down a couple of beers and stuff our faces with all the savory foods listed on the menu only to give critical feedback to the waiter saying the food was not up to mark only to get a complimentary drink or take away. Now with our tummies full and hearts content after we exit the restaurant only to look at each other and burst into laughter all the way back home on how stupid of a thing it was to do on both our parts. But either of us cared less of that moment and were there as one as partner in crime.

In his silent smile whispered many words through his eyes, when in doubt the strong warmth of his unshakeable belief and imagination made us who we were.

It’s good to make memories they say, go out live free and one day you will sit back and think to yourself, God I wish I could go back to live that one day again with you or to hold your hand or give that peck on the forehead.

Another one comes to mind, as broken we were so was the bike driven by you, I could say maybe a zero-watt bulb could light up the pathway much better than that of your bike headlight did. The road was so murky that using the phone torch to guide us through the darkness seemed like a better idea. 

Adventure they say, as scary was the night but you wanted to feel the sense of thrill of what lies in the obscurity ahead of us. Maybe I was wrong to feel any of it (metaphorically & literally) because at the end of the tunnel there is always another tunnel which I travel by myself now to get to my hood.

Time is such a shifty thing, as the saying goes without a doubt that it waits for none as it brings out the true nature of oneself. Even though how hard you want to hold on to your expectations, however; the clock strikes you down to give you, that reality check in you, to focus on oneself as nothing else matters. I have not forgotten when we use to sit next to each other and talk about what our future would look like or reminisce of our past trauma’s. By trying to give each other that sense of holding on to hope, is still a good thing; even though you know not of what lies ahead of us. 

It is beautiful to know that how effortlessly the mind wanders off in former times when the phone buzzing hits your ear, you immediately know what and where to catch up for, which was the ancient art’s layout. 

It was there in the cold shadows of that wilderness you use to twirl me and not have a care in the world as to what they think of us. Seems like a picture out of a movie scene coming to life and puts a smile on our faces as to how pretty it was to have lived that moment. If only it snowed at the time, we could have built a snowman together but we rather could only click silly pictures of one another. But now when you look at those pictures you know it is only a memory which can only be relived in your head until replaced by another.

Seeing each other as often as possible had become like a ritual thing to do at the time, even though we did not label ourselves of what we were as it would disrupt what was going on and either one of us did not want to be convinced of. 

However, one can listen to the grey cells only for a while, because once when the pumping blood takes over you, there is no turning back as we know, even the blind can see and deaf could sing, so they say; even though the other was unwilling to come to terms with what was going but you can only take on so much on your plate.

As matter of a day’s meet went on to become just liking the posts of each other on this extravagant social platform only to find out for one that this was all for to not last forever.

You can keep questioning yourself or ponder upon looking back as to what went wrong or why me? trying to remember only if you could, maybe have dressed a certain way or said and done things differently, maybe it could have worked or maybe not, only if we had all the answers to the unknown. After all this, I guess the universe has a way to have life take its course of events to either make you or break you. 

I guess that is the sad truth, we cannot live in the past trying to correct it but accept it and take-in the strong bitterness of this reality, as I conjure the courage to not do this; no more as the despair to heart is so much that you want it shut from the noise of its own beating sound. Alas, that is also not on your watch!... 

You must let time take its course for you to only know and say I remember when…