Do you remember that day? Did it stick in your mind like it did in mine? The way the light fell and the way the sky cried. When your mind opened up and your mouth echoed my prayers. When we said goodbye and it was okay. Do you remember how I looked at you? And when we first faltered, let the facade fall away. Opened our eyes to the strange new day.
As the day's first grey light consumed the darkness of night, and the entire world rattled as the wind took flight. Then the droplets began to pour out from the sky, their collisions with earth made to deafen and pry. With the sorrow of wailing, the rain and the storm, in the hollow of morning, before all arose. Life bloomed in each alley, each niche and each nook, opening windows like story-books.
I woke up that morning, having barely closed my eyes. The thoughts in me raced and emotions took flight. All relevance drifted away with the light. As I breathed in the air, the freshness, the calm, I rememberd like yesterday how it buffered my fall. I wonder these days what it felt like then. How the morning air resonated with my breath and the chilling showers of nature rang against my skin.
I want to remember. I still want to know. How that happiness felt. And where did it go?
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