Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Our Song

The wind is singing in my ear, but it is the coldest song I've ever heard. The clock speaks slowly and time cannot move fast enough. I miss him. He left draped in camouflage to lands that I've never seen, nor do I feel the urge to. Afghani winds pull him further away from me and now all I am left to do is wait and wait. My time has been spent listening for the awful ringtone of my phone and checking the empty facebook page I have become addicted to. I fear that it is too late to tell him that I love him, and that I'm scared. I think he knows.

Two months ago, we planned that he would sing our song to me when he was leaving. He can't sing, but I cannot help but love hearing him sing. I loved that song, but now it waters my eyes and bruises the heart I was to wearly to let you hold. I want to sing with you, but I am afraid the ship is sailing and time is running low. So for now, "Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner, sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in, the city of angels. Lonely as I am, together we cry."

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