it's not only difficult but next to impossible to part away completely from the person who was both your smile and your laughter..................
OFTEN, WHEN I SIT BY MYSELF IN THE BALCONY, SOMEBODY TIPTOES IN FROM THE BACK, RUFFLES MY HAIR SOFTLY, AND GIVES A WARM PECK ON THE CHEEK. THE TOUCH OF HER VELVETY LIPS EVOKES SENTIMENTS FROM MY HEART AND I BEGIN TO CROON.
SHE'S VERY MUCH AROUND ME. OFTEN, WHEN I LAUGH, REMEMBERING THE WHACKY JOKES SHE CRACKED, HER GIGGLES RIP APART MY LONLINESS AND PAINT THE ATMOSPHERE RED.
IN THE MORNINGS, I FIND THE BATHROOM ALL WET, PERFUME EMANATING, FILLING MY HEART WITH PLAYFULLNESS.
HER WET FOOTMARKS I FIND ALL THE WAY TO THE GALLERY.
IN THE DRESSING, THE COMBS ARE ALL OUT AND STRANDS OF FALLEN HAIR STREWN ABOUT.
"LISA! LOOK WHAT A MESS HAVE YOU CREATED!", I WOULD SHOUT.
NOT NOW!
I JUST PICK THE HAIR AND CARESS THEM.
SHE STILL CHATS OVER THE PHONE FOR HOURS, OR ELSE, WHY WOULD I GET THOSE HUGE CALL BILLS.
THE BOOKS IN THE HALL ARE ALL SCATTERED ABOUT, THE WAY THEY USED TO BE, WHEN SHE WOULD SQUAT THERE FOR LONG HOURS SURFING THROUGH THE HUGE PILES OF BOOKS AND LEAVING THE PLACE IN UTTER CHAOS.
AFTER THE DAY'S HIDE AND SEEK, WHEN IN THE NIGHT, I'M ALONE, WATCHING FOR HER, MY BEAUTIFUL LADY IN SILVER SHADOWS, COMES AND LIVES BY ME IN MY DREAMS.
-------- SANIA
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MUSINGS
IT HAS BEEN A YEAR NOW SINCE LISA DIED. HER MEMORIES STILL COME CALLING AT MY LOVELORN HEART AND I OPEN MY ARMS AND WAIT FOR MY BELOVED.OFTEN, WHEN I SIT BY MYSELF IN THE BALCONY, SOMEBODY TIPTOES IN FROM THE BACK, RUFFLES MY HAIR SOFTLY, AND GIVES A WARM PECK ON THE CHEEK. THE TOUCH OF HER VELVETY LIPS EVOKES SENTIMENTS FROM MY HEART AND I BEGIN TO CROON.
SHE'S VERY MUCH AROUND ME. OFTEN, WHEN I LAUGH, REMEMBERING THE WHACKY JOKES SHE CRACKED, HER GIGGLES RIP APART MY LONLINESS AND PAINT THE ATMOSPHERE RED.
IN THE MORNINGS, I FIND THE BATHROOM ALL WET, PERFUME EMANATING, FILLING MY HEART WITH PLAYFULLNESS.
HER WET FOOTMARKS I FIND ALL THE WAY TO THE GALLERY.
IN THE DRESSING, THE COMBS ARE ALL OUT AND STRANDS OF FALLEN HAIR STREWN ABOUT.
"LISA! LOOK WHAT A MESS HAVE YOU CREATED!", I WOULD SHOUT.
NOT NOW!
I JUST PICK THE HAIR AND CARESS THEM.
SHE STILL CHATS OVER THE PHONE FOR HOURS, OR ELSE, WHY WOULD I GET THOSE HUGE CALL BILLS.
THE BOOKS IN THE HALL ARE ALL SCATTERED ABOUT, THE WAY THEY USED TO BE, WHEN SHE WOULD SQUAT THERE FOR LONG HOURS SURFING THROUGH THE HUGE PILES OF BOOKS AND LEAVING THE PLACE IN UTTER CHAOS.
AFTER THE DAY'S HIDE AND SEEK, WHEN IN THE NIGHT, I'M ALONE, WATCHING FOR HER, MY BEAUTIFUL LADY IN SILVER SHADOWS, COMES AND LIVES BY ME IN MY DREAMS.
-------- SANIA
Short story by sania
Read 1039 times
Written on 2006-10-19 at 18:23
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