The view is a bit blurry. Is it because of the tearful layer in my eyes? I open them wide so that the chilly breeze dries the salt away. The scene is … dreamy. I am not sure if I am really awake. I take a short, slow step and then stop. Can I have all those colours inside of me? If I take all those leaves and stuff them in my heart, will they fill the emptiness I feel?
I tread softly on the red road. I look at the winding end and wonder what could be awaiting me there. You? Us? Just the lonely me? Will my leaves fall off and I’d stand bare before you exposing how I truly feel? Or shall I cover my face and heart with those cheerful colours and a careless smile? You would still know. You would still know.
I look closely and see two apparitions; arm on shoulder, head on shoulder. I smile with a weary heart and dismiss them with a wave from a lonely, cold hand.
I move on with steps carrying of you more than they carry of me. How can someone fill another like you do with me?! I stop – for the intolerably torturing load is pressing warm tears out of my eyes. I remain motionless for a long time.
I feel two hands tenderly, yet surely, being laid on my shoulders. Before turning around, I know it is you. How, in the few seconds it would take you to make me face you, will I be able to hide my tears, and more importantly, my love? My body takes the journey of a shivering half circle to face its load, its yearning, and its pain. I raise shiny, wide eyes to your embracing face. And you see. You see.