The Wait is Evermore
For my sisters, who're somewhere far away but always there.
And out of all the things I've encountered, I found the mere act of waiting to be the hardest.
Waiting for people. Waiting for everyone to be home. Waiting for reunions. Waiting for the smiles, the laughs, the tear-filled eyes after a good joke. Waiting to pour my heart out. Waiting for my turn to be heard, and understood.
Sometimes, it gets too hard. I can't find a way through the ultimate darkness in the unforeseeable tunnel of my life. I spend long nights and daydreams thinking of what is in store for me. When will this wait end? Or is it just the beginning of a bigger twist? I convince myself not to think about you anymore, put the memories under a faint dimness, keep them vague. And in those moments of perpetual misery, I retrieve the source of my happiness, the one person I wait for all the time. Whose absence is the cause of my distress, a loss never to be replaced. You come back and I ask myself, was it really possible to forget everything? Who was I trying to fool? No, you'll always be there. In my memories, ruling inside the tallest, strongest walls of my heart, dwelling in my thoughts and fantasies evermore like a beautiful plague I don't want to get rid of. Maybe there is some glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, after all.
But you passed by me like a reviving rush of breeze, slipping from my grasp so suddenly and disappearing in the air, leaving your sweet scent around. And I realize, you didn't come to stay. You are like a sublime shooting star that crosses my skies once in a few lucky nights, fulfilling all my dreams. I'm blessed with only a mere glance, but I'm happy with it. My flash of hope that doesn't linger, but still completes me. My heart has filled up again with your presence and I think I can endure a few more days reliving the days we spent together.
So I'll do it with a smile on my face. I'll send you off again, wishing you'll light up my dark nights sooner next time. No one has a choice and so, no one has to be hurt. I wouldn't hold onto you as you go away. I do it all with a smile on my face.
Oh sis, you are my idea of bliss,
without you, I'm falling into an abyss,
there is so much that I miss.
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